Dad & the Cicadas 2004
Originally uploaded by Mr. TRONA.
Image Mr Trona, Poem Gumbootspearlz
Cicada hands
For Mr Trona and family
Father has changed now
But always I shall see his
Cicada hands
The gentle bend of their fingers
As beseeching time beckons.
His memory is not the sum of him
Nor is his skin
Not even the words that gurgle out of the
Brook of his mouth.
Father is here now as he was
Back then time beckoned him
To where he is now.
Outside of time is mother’s love
A Wife’s love,
My love, his love
Nestled in cicada hands.
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