SATURDAY into SUNDAY

Summer Solstice

Fathers Day

No Daddy

I searched through poets for a verse, but nothing suited me.
Idly speculating I wondered, if you had lived what might I be?

Would I still wear the woman I am, or dress in other incarnations?
Would you have weathered the storms of my stages, my stations of the cross,
our tribulations? 

Would you have loved me anyway?
Sixty years is a long, long time to have had no Daddy on Fathers Day.

Daddy, I hardly knew you.  Pictures, some artifacts, memory flooded shores
are all there is of you, save a brother whose fine features mimic yours.

Wait---one thing more--a gesture of celebration, and
because you were a good man, this Solstice sun in my open hand.

~*~
A few years back to 2013-This post
http://mscomfortzone.blogspot.com/2012/06/shooting-stars-and-fireflies.html