Father- My Father Comments

I have peeped in through the left-open door of your soul and witnessed the magical beauty of poetry at work in a poet's heart. Such intimate reflection bids the quieting of breath and a lightness of step for fear of intruding. I will leave the door open, in hopes that such iridescent musings might remain visible to those artistic hearts who pass by and see themselves in the reflection of your poetry, who recognize the resonating weight of wonder in their own hearts so richly conveyed by your words. It has been a privilege, good sir.