Freedom And Remembrance Poem by Thomas James Martin

Freedom, freedom, prison of the Free. ~Lawrence Durrell

'Just remember We love you, ” he says,
This the first time, I remember,
Remembering
That lightning strike of joy,
My heart so struck,
I could never speak it to him.

Never speaking that heart strike even as he died,
Forgiven his failings of attention,
Tacit understandings of regret;
A hard, Depression childhood,
Toiling on Tobacco Road,
Stuttering man-child
Steeped in cruelty and ridicule.

I remember; Thank you, Father;
Remembering to free you,
As you die.