[ CC ] Letter To An Old Poet

     
Dear Dada,    
   
though you can't sense it    
I'm still here    
   
In the corner of your eye    
catch my twirling skirt twinkling    
as if glittery pavement crystal    
blinking in the hot sun    
on brilliant summer days    
   
I've traded in the bulky    
sub-atomic dress    
you're familiar with    
for Light apparel    
    
but haven't moved on    
   
No one ever truly does    
   
You just can't see us    
in ways your "suit" is accustomed;    
sight, smell, touch, sound ...    
   
Through such limitations of being    
temporarily earthbound    
you knew me as Daughter    
I knew you as Father    
because that's how family is done    
around this neck of the woods    
   
Speaking of which    
they need you now    
   
Do not lose sight of them as well    
   
I know it's rough    
but ... please    
lament for me no more    
   
Play the saxophone while you can    
enjoy the remainder of this lifetime    
with friend and loved one alike    
   
You'll see me soon enough    
   
And then being a father    
will be just like learning    
how to ride a bike    
all over again    
   
   
Sincerely,    
   
Leah