Thinking of my father

I was reading some of my dad's poetry today. Naturally, I re-read his "Children." And, for whatever reason, I decided to write him back.

father’s day / children part 2

let me say this love
our time of four will diminish someday
replacements suited better to what is old is new

pushing past the old units
sorting paper and byte
maybe they’ll throw away what I couldn’t

this feeling of insufficiency

kneeling beneath their new reach
finally understood
a nightlight against the shapes of perfection

This must be the best part
I carry the smoking torch anyway
wanting to teach them everything but how to let me go