A good father is never dead,
gone with yesterday, forgotten,
erased from mind & memory.
He lives on. He lives long, present
& alive in words that survive,
wisdom that has made time stand still.
He reaches from glory with strong
hands lifting up toward sky through
whatever chaos comes bearing
witness, whatever confusion
compiled, whatever confessions
come to light each pathway gone dim.
Copyrighted June 14, 2014 Latorial D. W. Faison