The stories I heard
so alive and so real
made me stand up and take notice
to the whys and whens
the hows and wheres
still swirling in my head
over years longer than my youth.
Dad did the signs of the times
make it all the way it was
from sunup to sundown
looking forward and never back
stockpiling and saving for that “rainy day”
a Great Depression can gouge a life
deeper than a glacier shelf
along a mountain crest
a World War having come a knocking
on the doors of too many youth
like you just tall enough
to look into a mirror.
I know you had to go and I told you so
yet selfishly I want you back
so maybe just maybe I could hear your voice
answering my simple questions in the wind
pieces falling into place
the jigsaw puzzle of life
slowly making some sense.
So before my boys Dad
begin asking the whys and whens
the wheres and hows
maybe you can just give me a hint
to use and pass on to them
as it seems this cycle goes on and on
knowing that before it is time to go
I can maybe just explain a little bit
and like with you
I knowing you so well
they too will know me so well
us all being so separate
yet us all being so much one.
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