A happy Father's Day to all of you My Father whio was Hungarian died in a very dramatic way on Father's day many years ago. I wrote some haiku and tanka for him during the years. Some are in my book, Vancouver Island poetry, one i just wrote this morning, a tanka with 5-7-5-7-7. Father's Day morning memory of him cutting his yellow roses the bush still growing anyway His presence brings peace to me A few others (free form) This one was read in church last year: You were my guide My best Friend Tears were shed with you The first dance was with you I place my poem On your ashes From my book: Restless river The fire-coloured maple Beckons the Magyar Sunrise She places haiku upon his ashes Red as a poppy Maple leaves fall On the memorial |
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