Modesty
Dedicated to my father, M. Gene, who passed away May 24, 1997.
The stoic face of anger,
The laughing eyes of love,
The steely hands of wrath,
The gentle arms of warmth.
Where are they now?
I search for the face I knew and loved.
Those eyes I always worshipped,
I see still adorning my own face.
The hands that guided me through turbulent times,
The arms that cannot hold me now.
Where are they?
I know exactly where to find them,
As I descend the stairs.
I have visited them so many times before,
And I kneel before the bookcase.
The stoic face in anger.
The laughing eyes of love.
The steely hands of wrath.
The gentle arms of warmth.
Now they are here,
Trapped inside this wooden box,
Where I can never know them again.
Only memories remain,
And I shed tears to remember.
That morning.
Those days.
That afternoon.
I miss him still,
The stoic face of anger.
The laughing eyes of love.
The steely hands of wrath.
The gentle arms of warmth.
Where are they?
In my heart.
Forever.