If I live to be eighty-six,
or possibly beyond,
I often visualize
our only daughter Sarah,
when she comes to visit,
(who is a good writer),
offering to read to me
the poems I've written
in these later years of my life.
I'll listen to her soothing voice,
her natural intellect,
her excellent annunciation,
her perfect pronunciation,
and her musical mind
reading my words back to me.
I'll ask, "Did I write that?"
"Yes Daddy, when you were seventy-six."
Then she'll show me my photographs
that helped to illustrate my words.
Then she will say:
"This is good stuff Daddy.
You could still write poetry today."
And she'll hand me a pen and paper.
© 2024 Richard Havenga
Photo Locations:
1. Ludington State Park - Michigan
2. Rocky Mountain National Park - Colorado