For My Father

A start entrusted from above

created the special seasons

In truth and commitment

Caring for a life

My life began in sustenance

Not in want

Two Fathers

One Life giver of all

The other, life giver of one

Explainer, teacher

Fellow servant

In the last chapter here

I stand, a daughter friend

With thanks and pride

For a loving guide

My father on this earth

  

  

Carried Away

Five, no ten

fingers outstretch

Transported

riding time's stream

seems

traceable

          apparent

You plus me

Hands unclench

emptied

For what

time has certainly carried away

  

Recycled?

When I'm thrown away
Where is the recycle bin to place
all that was between you and me?

Does a friendship

get to be recycled

Knit into the potential

within to find

love again?

When a person is thrown away

A lifetime of words, places, conversations

is attached

labeled

for recycling?