When morning star’s shy, hesitant light

Approaches the edge of dawn

And stretches its fingers beyond blackened night

Exploding in brilliance of morn;

 

When afternoon’s haze rests over the day,

A blanket of homey embrace;

When work and thought and love and play

Fill hours, each in its place;

 

When in the stillness of the night

Memory its company pays;

I think of you and wish we might

Have had just one more day.

Poem: Connie Miller Pease thinking about her dad; Image: glow-643959_640-CCO-Public-Domain.jpg