Indiana Yearning

Dad, your tastes were less than gourmet:
Peanuts in a bottle of Coke,
Wonder Bread,
Greasy meat,
Chopped onions

My Dad was born in the great depression.

He spent all his childhood with no possessions.

He worked to help his Mom and Dad.

Poetry: My Dad

I Saw You Today. In Memory of My Dad

I saw you at the mountain lake,
You were walking along the shore.
Taking

Comforting always, smiling bright,

Killing darkness, igniting light,

Quietly leading, gentle touch,

Expecting little, giving

I can still remember the day
though it was so long ago
When he walked out and left
for reasons I did not know

Though he was