Burt’s dad David

1. So often it is the small things,

The little acts or habits a son recalls,

Fondly remembering gestures,

The tilt of the head, or the scrape

Of a spoon on a breakfast plate,

Those were endearing, dear man,

Minute but specific memories of A father beloved and lost,

Watched over with affection, While he cleaned […]

Burt’s dad David