Sunday, August 2, 2020

River Stone

August 1, 2020

My father was a river stone
Embedded in its place
Not strong enough to step on
No arms made to embrace
He never learned to forgive the roar
of the water overhead
And lest I drown by his resentment
My heart for him is dead
at

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