FATHER

Father, where are you?
Long buried the strong body and blue eyes,
The fierce look and jarring ways,
But not the kind words, the smile and warm hug
Ever present in my love.

Yet my sons see my father's fierce look in my eyes;
And my jarring ways that are my father's
And now also my sons'.

May we forgive each other
And forgive ourselves.
May we only remember our love.

Ute Kaboolian
1-8-1984