Tuesday, October 24, 2006


October and the trees are stripped bare

Of all they wear.

What do I care?

October and kingdoms rise

And kingdoms fall

But you go on

And on.

My father died on October 17, 1969. They said he was "doing what he loved". I think he loved being with us. I think "they" were wrong. This year, I miss him more than I ever have.


Cynthia said...


~ Cyn <3

Lucky Buck said...

All good parents want to be there for their children. I'm sure yours was no exception.

Lucky Buck said...

Was that trite enough?