My tears of today are not those of yesterday

I hadn't been to the cemetery in years. There was no need. I thought of them often. Today I wanted to be closer - next to them. I wanted to feel their love. I needed their guidance.

In memory of Charles - The most caring of fathers

May 29, 1913 -June 2, 2002

As a child I hid your weakness. Forgive me.

Grown, I have uncovered your strength.

To my mother - The most giving of all

Jan 24, 1914 - August 7, 1992

I honour you with this poem. This poem that you sent me as a Christmas letter in 1985 when I was living in California. This poem that you wrote for me.

A Christmas Poem?

i tired, Xmas comimg fast

i going slow

much ice, much cold

snow coming, birds eating

like hogs - dog too if he can find it.

Lights blinking on tree

gifts to wrap, cards to send

Dxxx football game too loud -

too long

car inspected, license to get

taxes to pay. flowers to cemetery

ice must go

Something every nite - no time

to go - Santa getting closer - must hurry

No. tired, go to bed

Not much poem - no F words

or 6 packs or ladies behinds

Old age coming fast - Mama

nice, loves you very much.

Mom

And to You - you who are out there

You are my Dog Star. My Sirius.

You are the lite unto my path.

And I love You

gigi