My Father’s Laugh
I heard my Father laugh the other day,
It was same broken “heh, heh, heh”
That issued from a half crooked grin
As he perused some new silliness
I some how managed to get in.
With a start,
That the laughter was coming from me.
I miss my Dad.
So I smiled once again.
The grin was mine.
And I wished him well,
Wherever he may be.
And I joyed,
That even though he’s gone,
Still Carries on
eyk. I wrote this years ago, prior to 2012, and may have submitted it to Bamboo Shoots back then. In 2012 I moved to Japan for a few years and lost touch with Bamboo Ridge. But I edited it recently and am submitting it again. E. Kimura