I was (as you know)
your father's friend,
his support and sanctuary.
He trusted me
with his Royal
and knew I would guard
his heavy black pencils,
gum erasers,
handheld hole punch
and precious papers.
Robert Frost,
forever choosing between two roads,
was my partner
your Dad's familiar,
watching over us from the wall.
And you, young lady,
used to slip in on the sly
and pretend to be
as great as the man you loved so much.
Now he has passed
but you have his treasures in a box
and me
in your home,
an honored guest.
I know you know
that I am your friend as well
and can be trusted to be here
(sans ashtray)
to guard your things and your heart
just as I did
for your Daddy
when you were just a child.
for Dverse Poetics: Personifying the Abstract
Music: Nilsson Good Old Desk
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