golden
it hadnŐt been his dad lying in his coffin
the certainty of enduring absence
that distressed the son
on the day of his
fatherŐs funeral
it was the mention (in the eulogy)
of his dadŐs love of the
beach, of long ago family
holidays
spent
in
the
sun
surf
that
made
him
weep
14
carat
days
rain
dropping to earth
from great heights
without a parachute
still waiting for the
drought to break
© Molly Guy