To The Father Who Never Returned
It has been a lonely world without you here.
Your shadow was long. Nobody to follow.
There was no one to teach danger and pitfalls,
to warn of lurking demons.
I cried while the smoke trailed behind you,
puffing goodbye to a frightened boy.
Montana was always being thrown away.
Watching the Kenworth
I crossed my heart four times-
once for you and our mom-Inez,
then Myrna and me.
You never heard the words that I whispered,
a prayer that you'd return soon.
You, in your truck, made the world mine.
For sixty years, I have lost your face.
Its shape, a vague outline
mouthing words, "See you soon".
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