Patricia Whiting Fine Arts
Poem for my Father-Learning To Read Between The Lines
Poetry
For your birthday
I sent my love
by sunbeam,
floated it
on a zephyr,
cabled it
through the cosmos.
Mother was with me.
Some of my love
spilled on her.
I told her it was
your birthday
but she seemed
not to be there.
Perhaps she was with you.
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