A TRIBUTE POEM TO MY FATHER

TWELVE YEARS PASS
Written by Marilyn Duncan – Buck
September 2006


Twelve years have passed.
At times moving fast -
then slowing down to the
movements of a snail.

Each day begins, and then it ends.
Moments with you I spend,
remembering the lessons
you taught and explained
along the way.

Swirling winds bring your words
of wisdom and knowledge - hard lessons
learned - you taught me
to listen so carefully to every howl.

The cool crisp air of fall brings a chill.
I reach for a wrap -
but you are there with arms opened wide
the warmth of your hugs has not faded.

Rain is falling now a new rainbow waits.
Your artistic eyes caught the vivid colors
on your palette, and with each stroke, your
brush reflected your vision.
The beauty of the view you shared for
others to see.

Your strong will to live life to
it’s fullest – has been passed on.
All that remember, watched the
courageous battle within, as you
marched to glory in full uniform –
head held high!

As the rain fell that fall night 12 years past,
you gave your salute and marched off
to find a new land.
The tears of that night were real, but concealed
by the rain.

When daylight came and the rain stopped
eyes opened to a new day, alone and in dismay.
The rainbow appeared – first ever
bright, then graciously fading.
It was as if you were saying as you
traveled your new path.

“Today’s a new day, you will be fine.”

I smiled as I look to the heavens now,
knowing with each rainbow to come
your mark will be seen, your presence
will be known and you will continue to say
to all.

“Today’s a new day, and you will be fine.”