Sunday, June 15, 2008

For My Dad

Your resilience
runs through the red
rivers and fjords of my body,
strong and all over.

Your eyes look at me
in my reflection,
beneath a forehead
wide and expressive.

Your smile crosses my face,
a desert sunset,
low and vermillion,
something to wait for.

Your temper thunders
from my mouth
when patience leaves me weary
and lacking.

Your laugh
scratches, chirps,
and twitters,
when I let seriousness go.

Your hands turn
the pages of my books,
worked and deliberate,
restless for what is next.

Your feet take me
through evergreen
forests--thick
and beautiful.

Your you is me.

3 comments:

Carrie said...

Well Sunshine, you are a poet! Look at you, it is phenominal ... does he know you wrote that for him?

Lindsay said...

I love your poem! What a great way to honor your father today. You are a very good writer! I wish I had the ability to do that.

Sunshine said...

Thanks for the encouragement! You know we wanna-be's need that! :)

He knows.