A Visit

darkness and strong winds
preceded the storm as

the trees turned into dark
silhouettes and the

temperature dropped

debris flew off the roofs of
houses nevertheless the

rain held back but not for long

as I remembered a piece of
my childhood about thunder

who told us that thunder is

the sound of Rip Van Winkle and
his men playing ninepins in the
clouds above the Catskills

if my father told us I wouldn’t
believe him and if I laughed
I didn’t know why

I know now

probably nervous to death
with fear constant fear

my hope for them is a brief
visit and speedy return to
the Catskills we visited

a visit
I can no longer remember

from a childhood I rather
not remember

Rip excluded

Show and Teach

as parents we are charged
to show and teach
our children

how to live
how to give
how to serve
how to love
how to forgive
how to win
how to lose
and
how to die

looking back I feel that
I failed more than I
succeeded but
did the best
I could

before you know
it there is more
time behind
you than
ahead of
you

looking forward
seven down
and one
to go