What would he have thought
At my face and his face
And the inevitable passage of time?
Would he warn me
Or just be happy to see me?
Happy to see that it all worked out
I’m just fine.
It all happens too quickly my father said
Not long after this meal we shared
You take a breath, thirty years have passed
And everything moves full circle
As the child becomes the father to the man
As my Father and I
Have breakfast together again