How frequent are the memories
so tenderly etched in my mind
with heartfelt transparency
of my father, loving and kind
~
An architect of designs
so engaging, purposeful
a precision exacting, fine
resounding and wonderful
~
Dad's passion away from
from the drafting table
a true love of golf, powerful
the journey, perspective, able...
so oft the ball in the hole
~
Life brought its enduring
happiness and losses
embedded, such heartache...
burdening, still, he cared
~
In my youth, my dad's hand on
my shoulder
invited me out to the golf range
a bucket of balls, lessons
well learned, most beloved
memories to cherish...
forever
~
Loving you now and ever

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Photo by a member of our foursome on that unforgettable day