He was a pretty specimen of a man
"Was" because he is unequivocally dead
I am saying this as I am carying his second child in my hands
The other in sitting at his grave_in the lown clear
Yellow daffodils held at her green bear
Unperturbed by the torpid tenor of tribulation wrenching the picture
While she crosses her legs and sits;
Peace leaks from her limbs in myriads the likes of brimming Transatlantic oceans; endowing
Eased within her gingham sundress and her father's arms
Bliss smothers as before his dune of crystalized limestone to dulcified moss
Pads this scourged well with a nascent innocence
Makes it a respite bassin
Unheavy and portative to the clay left on his tattered rummage
May it redeems his past lime penchants
Grace the evil in his marrow with absolute penance_
Send him home
Let me refer him my regards
4/4/2023