FATHER

Traveling far,
energy low,
light changed to darkness
many miles ago.

Trying to reach home
before his end,
traveling this road alone
all over again.

Last chance cafe
is up ahead.
I will just pull in, not to stay,
just for coffee and shortbread.

Then it came to me,
his heart is weak.
This is my father I've got to see.
It maybe the last chance we have to speak.

For wisdom is gained
and a lesson is learned,
never to be late again.
For this I yearned,
just to whisper his name ....Father

Poetic Verses By Gamaliel H. Gooding
Copyright 2003