Aug. 15, 1914 – Jan. 12, 2011
My father died today.
Micajah Quincy Holt (1914-2011).
And that is the end.
I guess.
:::
(am i sad ?)
:::
I walk into the garden,
Where my father taught me.
The sky is too huge
Everywhere
He is smiling broadly
That sly warm wink
“Sax, I’m here.
It’s wonderful.
I slipped in.”
:::
We all re-assure by phone
Mom is strong, knowing
The unexpected ashes
And science’ loss
An old brain, body spent.
:::
I didn’t know what to plant today,
It is winter.
Cautiously I cut back the asparagus
Quietly picked up the persimmons.
My eyes still playing tricks.
:::
Asparagus grew wild
In my mother’s meadow
And alongside the dusted beans
In my father’s garden
Down by the barn.
:::
Bye Pop
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A life well lived
