I have spent this week remembering my father. Now I turn my focus to the beloved father of my children. This poem both mourns Dad and celebrates Les:
But I Have You
Endless schedules
reduced to a small mound
of fragile bones and cold flesh
all the sound and fury
flamed into an urn of ash
Impossible to believe
that Dad is gone
Orphaned beyond all comprehension–
I have no father
But I have you, my love—
father of our children
keeper of our safety
guardian of our gates
sanctuary for my soul
We will go on
(Excerpted from This Path We Share: Reflecting on 60 Years of Marriage © 2010 Lois Tschetter Hjelmstad)
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