Fathers Eyes

Father died, so they said
But he didn’t leave.
We buried him
And marked the grave.

I was there
When he drew his last breath.
So, to his death
I can attest.
His physical body
No longer exists.

I was there when
They lowered the casket
And shoveled dirt upon it.
The time was sad
And filled with tears.
The fact, he wouldn’t be here
For future years.

But I saw him
He lives, I am convinced.
His hands I saw
On a grandchild of mine.
His love for the land
I saw in my brothers’ hand.
Garden full with tomatoes, beans,
Greens, and assortment of other things.
His eyes of blue/gray
I saw in Akiem.


By: Minnie Patmon-McLaurin 1/6/05