23 February 2013

Rest in peace my beloved father

As the bagpipe builds
And the drone begins
The fireman's son remembers.

The language of life saving.
The schoolyard pride in parentage.
The sorrow, half sensed, for the life lost nonetheless...

The family, extended,
To Christmas and camping.
Co-workers connected, their kids more like cousins.

The sage smells like heaven as
The sun
Goes down
On Joshua Tree.