LAST TIME I SAW HIM
It was early morning I do recall, many sunrises and sunsets ago,
To bed, early that night before tomorrow would surely make a change.
Morning was morning as he opened the door to a new day, heading for work,
Like a dream those days past don’t seem real anymore, faded and foggy.
Last time I saw him I was a boy and he was going off to earn a living for the day,
Never again would he be seen by me or I by him as day by day time would change.
Seasons would go by, turning Into years as one day I would become as he was, a man,
I have existed in this world without him for most of my life, I have outgrown him in age.
I remember his time here with me, It was very short but he had his own life before mine,
His time as a child was also somehow the same as mine in that he played the same way.
He grew and became who he was, a navy man and a machinist who traveled during Korea,
On a ship to many countries, he stopped, a journal and much poetry left behind as he touched the sky.
More than thirty four years after his son grew up without him, a very special package sent for Christmas,
Pictures of a father whose face was fading, a journal of his Korean war battle, and poetry, different than me.
Last time I saw him, a little boy standing with his father watching as he left, a final goodbye, touch the sky.