To Dad on Father's Day

A post from 2007, slightly modified. 

I still miss him just as much. (Sorry about the extra spaces below the photo, Blogger won't let me delete them. )

It is strange 

to not pick up the phone,

call to thank you

for being my father.

I remember the handmade cards,

ten-cent hankerchiefs,

carpenters pencils,

carefully wrapped

gifts from your little daughter.

All those years, recalled today

through the veil 

of sorrow.

I miss you, Dad.

The only gift 

I can give you now

is passing on your stories

so that your name remains,

fresh and alive,

in family memory.