rathnakasip's JumboTweets
- Ode to my dear father [March 26, 1921-April 26, 2015]
The ripe fruit drops, as it must.
The full heart grieves, as it will.
The rituals reign, as prescribed.
No trace left, as if you never were.
And yet, one dozen of us trace roots to you.
A stance, a look, a questioning brow,
Glimpses of you in sudden, endearing gestures,
You are not, and yet you are; I sigh, I see and I smile.