Father

You  are no longer new. Some say you are dead.

But when I look,

there you are

still alive, with me. Now.

Life's twists and turns

worked on you

making you 

who you were -

who you are; 

making me

who I am.

When your body

is dust,

Life still wins.  

I will remember.

Then, when my memory fades

turning to dust of its own

you will remain.

Generations wil be who they are

because you were

who you were.