Love to you, dearest Dad: A poem 

These golden showers of memories 

sitting like rainbows among my trees 

I feel their silk, liquid-solid mercury 

floating in my cup, their dew is my tea 

I run those images on my mind’s screen 

Those were the last days of my teens 

We can only cherish what has been 

And relive the solidity of what was seen 

And the kitchen of life and its motley brew 

leaves an endearing lasting tear only for you 

Your visible treasures, if only I realised and knew 

then, that great is humility’s luminescent view 

And we can’t have dearest parents all our lives 

But their souls are always ours as eternity flies 

We can sing this laughter and dance this tune 

That your roses will always grow among our sand dunes