Dad † 2021
It is today we visited you
It is four whole years as you
Lie in your metaphoric bed
Into which our thoughts are led
It is a sky-blue sunny day
It is nineteenth April today
And with your metaphoric smile
You sit with us all the while
It is a fine garden full of trees
There is a swaying to the trees
And in your metaphoric space
You return to our time and place
A church is child to the earth
And all that's here is of the earth
And in your metaphoric air
You are here and we are there
This is your day and not ours
We live within the law of hours
We are with you in this your day
You in your metaphoric way
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