'And he being dead, yet speaketh.' A Father's Day Piece.

Each time I close,

Each time I open

The curtains,

I see your picture

On top of the piano.

Well dressed,

In good health

As well as you have

Ever looked,

With your characteristic

Calm disposition.

And you

Look at me,

And you

Say to me

Every day,

‘You are my son,

With you I am

Well pleased’.