Wednesday, February 01, 2006


he was not
a fiery furnace
meant to heat a towering building;

nor yet an explosion
which warms the distant
while incinerating the near.

he was simply
a steady glowing coal
in the family fireplace;
a dependable comfort and light
that burned for nearly eighty
of the twentieth century’s
ever-advancing years;

the quiet warming
bright red ember
that waned, flickered, and died
on a rainy, windy February morning…

I miss you, Dad…
it’s cold.


Cynthia said...

Lisa, this is so touching and your final lines are so sad.

emmapeelDallas said...

What a beautiful tribute to your Dad. Thank you for sharing this.


ckays1967 said...


especially since I have spent my day at a family funeral...

Robbie said...

Your dad sounds like an amazing soul.

This was beautiful. Thanks for sharing.