
Dad’s Farewell
BY MAC LOGAN The day dank dawns and drizzle drips. Lank-branched leaves hold waiting drops To splash an eye, a cheek, my lips. Grey heaven cries and cannot stop. I walk the last few yards to … Dad Heart braced, alone I take the door And standing there, his other lad, I push the bell and wait some more. The minutes pass till brisk strides … Continue reading Dad’s Farewell