Sunday, July 8, 2012

Forever Young

Forever Young
Dedicated to my father
(6 February 1930 - 26 January 2012)

An empty seafront
in February rain.

I sit on a stone bench,
watch the seagulls
gather on the rocks,
feathers frill
in the breeze.
I see your face,
your engaging smile,
keen eyes,
dark hair,
bronzed skin,
I hear your voice,
its warm tones

You are forever young.

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