by Robert Lloyd Jaffe
It was a tough choice
on that day,
just trying to aim the right way.
I know that she has shrunk,
but how much,
I could not say—
like a coward, I hesitated
before I would pay.
One would think
I had learned;
that day while grasping
my lifeless father,
thinking him tall—
but my arms told the truth
of a man
who was small.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
I am an observer and listener of the music of life. Where I find cadence, I find my interest and passion directed. It can be sound, light, smell, or purely an experience of thought. The sky, the sea, the mountains, and the machines that allow me to explore those places draw my attention, and give me serenity.
Last updated May 06, 2016