Father

Soft breeze outside

Cool morning dew

Drapes fluttering

Storm clouds are few

Waves lap up shore

Hesitant sun

Warm golden sand

Tempted to run

Tiny cottage

Opens with force

Cheerful in light

Warm tears burst forth

The skinny strands

Straggly white

Woven from silver

Let down at night

But in those eyes

Now vacant and bare

From my own soul

The Truth is spared

Long forgotten

Costume gold

Memories hide

Stories untold

Soft breeze outside

Cool morning dew

Drapes fluttering

Storm clouds are due