Reverend Robert Leete Livingston

*Iris* 16" H X 12" W Acrylic On Canvas

My
Father
Gravely
Ill,
The
Household
Fractured,
We
Criss
Crossed
The
Country
In
A
Black
Car
No
Longer
Manufactured.
Tall,
Ash
Blond,
A
Wholly
Decent
Man,
We
Wandered
Through
The
South,
Emotionally
Hand
To
Mouth,
Until,
Worn
Out
By
The
Ride,
He
Died.
On
Father’s
Day,
I Think
Of
Him
With
Love,
And
Deep
Respect,
And
With
Great
Pity
For
Fate’s
Neglect
Of
His
Precious
Worth,
To
Lift
Him
To
The
Stars,
Leaving
Me
Alone
On
Earth.