17.6.11

he has cared for her

through long years of Alzheimers...







this morning

i am working in the garden

remembering what he taught me







benind me


the sea


overcast and grey








one thin white line

where the surf breaks

and silence







i am separating dead leaf and rock

as he taught me

just sound of surf

and this small plot of earth

in front of me.







he knew perfectly








that what we tend









what we put our attention to

is what grows

inside of us







because i can't be there







i am sending this gift

a love gift for my father.

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