Remembering Daddy

By J. Lynne Moore

Canary smiles flit,
to faces in the room;
airplanes of paper wit,
thrown out upon the gloom.

Remembrances passed around,
free of charge or back tax.
Flowing with love unbound,
seeping into all our cracks.

His ashes a centerpiece…
tangible evidence, proof,
of the man we all caprice.
As we gather beneath his roof.

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