Far beyond my wounds both imagined and real
I remember my dad’s love
Strength
Wisdom
Laughter
Hard edges that summoned anger and fear ...
Expansive arms and sturdy hands
That saw me through the day
Bearded roughness that bid me home
Perhaps, if I am lucky,
long after they tasted flaws I intended as gift
My children
Too
Will, once again, desire the embrace they knew as dad
~ zjm
Spring 2019
