Poem by my father, included in Home
Every day I tear a leaf
From my calendar, blanched by the sun
Here's spring... It is so brief
Leaves now falling, one by one...
Once more it's spring, the fragrance's sweet
And blossom spreads again, again
With graying hair, there in the street
I sit: a lonely, crestfallen man
Do you remember: a student’s room
With a single narrow iron bed
That eve, of golden summer bloom
We fried potatoes, words unsaid
The plates we set down on the floor
And filled our glass with cheap, warm wine
Between our kisses, love we swore...
For that lost moment, how I pine!
A star came on, peeking in
Out of the depth of a strange, dark night
The entire world was here within
A serenade of love, delight
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"This radiant book is an exploration of the bond between a daughter and father and the book overflows with some of the most eloquent poetic moments in print. HOME is an invitation, a very personal one, and should not be passed over."
-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
-Grady Harp, Hall of Fame Reviewer
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