Sweet Sierra Poem by Robin D McCutcheon

It’s true, too true, that I can’t reach out and touch you now.
You are in another land, a world away, or more than one I think.
And yet I feel your warm presence today, and the peace you carried with you.
I wish I had shared more with you when there was time. Just little things, like butterflies, and miners lettuce, and smooth white stones, but I did not, I could not, being myself,
a poor small man in my own world, so closed in by manhood and generations.
We all have our fences. I, no less than the rest of us who love you.
Keep all of us who still cling to your love safe in your beautiful heart,
until we can be together again, in that quiet land of butterflies and sunrises.
How we will enjoy that day that will not end, with all our lost loved ones,
so many families will gather together there,
in a world with beaches, flowers, trees, and meadows without fences.

One of your dads