The Sky


The sky changes in a flash
Would you mind if I ask
Do you believe, my son
That your Dad is on a perpetual run

The sky’s color comes in procession
Purple, pink, plum, grey, white, and black
Do you remember, my son
How your dad and me were one out of a pack

The sky during the day when white fades to grey
Against a blue sky, circles and puffs gone awry
Do you remember, my son, his loving special way
I see it you, she says with a heavy sigh

The same sky where for dad’s spirit lies
Above that monstrous air that we breath
Do you remember, my son,how much he loved you and why
He got to have a son and a grandson, don’t regret

Providing life giving warmth, this beloved sky
Your dad possessed a knack for respecting people
Do you remember, my son, all who said goodbye
Be proud of who he was, a good man, plain and simple

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