Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, MY FATHER, by HELEN WOLFE DAVIES


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MY FATHER, by                    
First Line: Even as I used to rumple his gray hair
Last Line: We know that fathers never really die.
Subject(s): Cemeteries; Graveyards


Even as I used to rumple his gray hair --
Tempering its dignity -- so, now, I strew
His sombre grave with heliotrope's fair hue
And drape with clover chains the headstone bare.
Then, in the tall, lush grass above him there
I sprawl and talk with him an hour or two,
Planning the many things I hope to do,
Placing my heart's rich treasure in his care.

Small comfort mine, you think? So think all those
Who walk beside a father, hear his voice,
And know his full affection. They suppose
That only those so favored can rejoice.

At this we smile in secret, Dad and I;
We know that fathers never really die.





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