She sits by a stream
and watches the water.
Her life seems so complete
then she remembers her father.
She can see his smile
Hear his voice in the wind.
She feels his touch in the breeze
But he is not there in the end.
He pulls her into his arms.
She stares deep into his eyes.
The green fades slightly to gray
Then he smiles.
He puts her on his knee
And tells her a story
Of a boy he once knew
And all his glory.
She listens intently
Her eyes wide.
He continues the story
Leaving nothing behind.
She begins to feel droplets of rain
Falling through her hair.
She is brought back to reality.
The world is not fair.
In loving memory of Ronald Joseph Caruso. Born July 2, 1943. Died May 3, 2009. Gone but not forgotten.