shadow, father, death, memory, poem, poetry

SHADOW

I misremember you

still
in your shadow

anniversary
of your departure

in size and proportion
shadow
is giant

sometimes you cannot even
capture it on
old cinemascope screen

and you were giant too
when in wonder
first saw you
peering into my cradle

wondering
what you were thinking
who or what
you were

still wondering
what you
were

what
you are (immortal
philosophical question)

what you were thinking
all those years
shrouded in shadow
what
you were thinking.

I remember you.
Trying to forget
does not come easy at all.