by Barbara Klinman
It is no chore, be assured,
to rouse you from darkened thoughts.
To recall together times past,
when all those in memory were vibrant
and full of decision.
I remember you as daredevil,
when viewed from my provincial, childish perch;
a wide-eyed participant, insisting to ride again
on the coaster, or, heading out too far into the
frightening us all on the sand until you
I was afraid of losing you then;
I am afraid of losing you now.
The fears of my childhood were short-lived,
quickly replaced by assurances;
I was easily bolstered by your strength.
The fears of today are lonelier, pervasive to my
There is no longer a feeling of forever,
and the strengths are faltering, at best.
We stir a mix of nostalgia and talk of today;
Sweet memories swirling with blunt honesty of
In the spirit of all that has led us to now,
we carry on.
For Dad, April 2002