A Walk With Our Father

Original DDE™ art: “A Walk With Our Father” by: rob kistner © 2/21/26

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morning lifts its pale shroud
as a new day enfolds the valley

morning’s mist is loosening
from cedar—
redwood—
from fir

the voice of water sparkles
as it rushes between boulders—
worn smooth as memory

the rising sun ignites symbols
in spider silk and moss
which enwrap the willing bark
in their soft embrace

boot tracks lead
where we are meant to go—
our voices low
we follow

the path bends ahead
toward the rush of water

white fury striking rock—
spray lifting high
into the newborn rays—
flashing like diamonds
in the chill early sky

in my left hand
I grip my walking staff

in her steady right
my sister carefully clutches—
our father…
his ashes
in a beautiful copper urn

balancing—
I spear the path ahead
as we retrace boot tracks—
echoes of those
who passed before—
of our dad

whose memory
now feels stolen from us—
by time

in breath and footfall
we are keeping our promise
to our cherished father—
to his precious memory

step after step
through shadow and light
he walks with us today

we are on our way
to my dad’s favorite spot—
now our favorite…
by dusk — we will be there

the solitary trail
beckons us beyond

the forest stirs a chill—
a shiver

as we finally arrive
the moon is rising
shining through branches—
a pale witness

well dad
we made it
we’re here
with you
like we promised

at this bend
the river tumbles quietly—
a whispered prayer…
a gentle…
tearful—

goodbye dad

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rob kistner © 2/22/26

Poetry at: Sunday Whirl