91 years young
tragically blinded
yet exuberant
so vibrant
spirited beyond many who see.
I curse this injustice
cry at nature's cruelty
wish for the miracle
bemoan the distance between us
and Dad smiles.
Like this post
sans photos
his world is black
mornings dark
voices devoid of face.
Learn from my Father
as he listens to the music
creating pictures
beautiful pictures
beautiful mind
His spirit soars
tapping his toes in darkness
tapping his toes to the rhythm
tapping his toes
tapping his toes
I love you Dad
with all the love possible ...
from Kauai to Paris ... and all places between
Bill Facker, Jr.