Clifton King Poems
|1.||We Were There||7/8/2010|
|2.||Father's Final Words||7/8/2010|
|5.||San Francisco Bus Ride||3/21/2014|
|8.||Questions For A Friend||3/21/2014|
|10.||The Nature Of Love||3/21/2014|
|11.||87 Rue Claude Monet||3/21/2014|
|14.||Sestina To My Daughter, And My Daughter's Daughter||7/8/2010|
Sestina To My Daughter, And My Daughter's Daughter
My daughter was born in the morning,
following the sun into my heart
where I could not tell one from the other;
where love, saved and hidden away
for months could now be set free.
She, mere minutes old when I knew
what every father before me knew;
what every sunrise means to the morning
sky; why men wage war to be free.
Then, in what seemed like a heart-
beat, the school bus pulled away
that first day destined for the other
side of the world, or the other
end of the galaxy, for all I knew.
For years my child took me away
from the ...