In time I have become you
in so many ways
It is in the things I have to say
and how I spend my days.

Those same corn-ball jokes
that used to annoy the family
Have me laughing out loud
they now wonder about me.

I find myself drawing
the world through your eyes
It is nothing I am aware of
but the canvas never lies.

You missed meeting your grandkids,
they lost out on their granddad
I have always told them what
a great and wonderful father I had.

In the great hereafter,
whatever it might be
Keep an eye out for your daughter
sketching under the knowledge tree.

I have missed your laughter
covering up the jokes you’d tell
If I don’t see you in heaven
I’ll look for you in hell.

aletta

in memory of my father

Leo Mes (1928-1974) my dad