ON THE PORCH LIGHT

My Dad

Would insist

To keep On

The light of the porch

It served as torch,

A ray of light,

For any desolate being

Groping in the still of night.

Now that he has gone

I keep the light on

A surging hope within

That he might just walkin.

That’s the difference

I, all about my feelings

He, about fellow beings!