nine
children
and dozens of grandchildren,
few will
attend
his funeral.
they have other things to do
it seems.
no love
given, no love lost.
and yet
i have proof there was,
as i stare
at the rowboat
with five
of us
on Cape Cod Bay, and
him at the oars
pulling
us to shore
in brilliant sunlight.
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