golden

 

it hadnŐt been his dad lying in his coffin

the certainty of enduring absence

that distressed the son

on the day of his

fatherŐs funeral

 

it was the mention (in the eulogy)

of his dadŐs love of the

beach, of long ago family

 

holidays

spent 

in

the

sun

 

surf

 

that

made

him

weep

 

14

carat

days

 

 

 

rain

 

dropping to earth

from great heights

without a parachute

 

still waiting for the

drought to break

 

 

 

© Molly Guy