Cold

The glowing full moon so big, so bright casts down upon my memory a revelatory silver light

The stars above the earth below, not one thing stirred 'neath feet of snow.

His life, my father, so dear to me hung in the balance. But then like ice in spring he went off to peace.

I held his hand while at death's door sad that I found tears froze my feet only hit the floor.

It wasn't for lack of pain or shortage of love we both had our own ways to go and maybe there are things of which a man just knows