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Light Of My Father

18 Apr

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I have vague memories of my father,
when he was king of the mountain;
he willed to me his grace and virtue,
in the hopes I could stand unafraid.

I was but a boy, perhaps unaware,
standing in a valley ‘neath his sky;
but where he was kind, I was bitter,
where he had thunder, I was staid.

As years turn to dust and shadow,
and his light has faded from view,
all but his presence yet remains;
what was once his joy is now mine.

Only now, can I truly know him,
by the man I am, as mirrored sun;
and in the shadow of what he was,
can I bear my own light to shine.

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Posted by on April 18, 2016 in My Poetry

 

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