Goodbye Daddy

Black night snow licking

at my toes,

daddy’s dead.

The trees bend in reverence

for his passing soul.

His corpse still haunts me

quiet and still like a Quaker’s prayer.

I watched six men labor at his coffin

tugging him to an empty mouth

of dirt and snow

I still cry today for my naiveté.

I did not know the man

my creator and chief.

I bow now in reverence of his dream

mine to keep like a flower

in an ancient bible.