I Miss My Father

I miss my father
In the winter
When bone is chilled
And wind is bitter

I miss my father
In the spring
When he did
Make his hammer sing

I miss my father
In the summer
When this city
Sweats in swelter

But I miss my father
Most of all
When green leaves turn
In the fall

My dad was not a veteran, too young for WW II, too old for Vietnam...his wars were fought at home...with his demons.