Yoda Father-in-Law

There you are, hanging on the wall,Yoda father-in- law of mine.
In  many paintings of love created you, in oils, yes.
One self portrait, catches the eye, it does.
One of you in the row boat with your blue fishing hat.

In John's Bay, by ruins of the revolutionary war fort, remember you?
Hunched in the fog, rowed you there, in your skiff of canvas and oil.
Toward us you skulled  from the Lite Breeze.
Your boat beats on against the current.

But even now, see your face.
With your round yoda eyes, and whisps of hair on a
greenless canvas of a creaky, hunched five foot frame.
The smile of Ireland on your face.

On the sea and land you loved, I see you there.
Pall of them you painted before time robbed your sight.
Pines of sunset at ocean's edge, or  lighthouse white of Pemaquid
It was the little things, always the little things you cared about.