michele kostelnik - Daddy

How best should I remember you?
I think of how fast lives pass...
No choice but to weep, soon
or last, be lost or caught-
Bitter still,
I'm expected to forget the tiny streets,
summer beach houses and white
washed ships rolling upon the sea.
Want some irony?
You were my own.
The outline of your face
is seared in my mind.
I envy your freedom.
And I,
Like the watchman on the path,
peer through the waves,
wait patiently,
white faced
with memory.

michele kostelnik

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