He forgot to say goodbye - 
actually, I was denied 
his ability to say hello. 

Time conquered his journey and
deprived mine of his direct influence. 
I have only snapshots of his mannerisms 
developed namely by my father. 

Austin at the bar with his grandfather tossing batting practice.

Kylie in the garden planting purple irises beside the porch. 

A family sitting resolutely 
In the pew, waiting 
for the cue - 
the final hymn to play - 
There are tasks to execute,
service to render, hearts 
and minds in need of tender. 


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