Voices of Spencer Creek
By Ryan Ramon
Yesterday, it was the tenth anniversary of Father's death
That leave-taking that takes your breath away.
Forgotten in the daily frenzy, I had looked forward to the date
June 18, three day before Father's Day,
Significant to me who really only got my father when I became a father.
In the commercial hoopla, I find the newspaper ad
Photo of dark haired little boy snuggled into the arms of the dark haired handsome man.
A telescope into the past that never quite existed
An almost fragment of a family album
While the real pictures were being developed elsewhere.
Daddy, you fell on the sword of your old sin
When everyone expected your rising.
There were strangers saving your life too late to reverse the harm you suffered.
Cruel careful doctors who were oh so scrupulous
That they let you suffer beyond imagination
For you still held on beyond all belief
Waiting, waiting, so I climbed up your icy peak and talked you
To let go and jump off into space - It was the only thing I who loved you
Could do.