June 21, 2020

MY   FATHER

Three blankets away

at the beach I heard

a 22 year older said, “My father ….”

On the bus about

four rows ahead of me

I heard a red head said, “My father ….”

On a late night TV talk  show

I heard a guest talking

and she said, “My father ….”

Each time I listened ….

because my dad was too quiet

and died too soon.

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2020