August 15, 1998 - Nine years ago

John Wayne Clark

April 10, 1942 - August 15, 1998

When My Father Died

by Edwin Brock

One the day my father died

All of the hoops in the neighborhood rang

Skate wheels shrilled on summer pavements

And I in my blakey boots clanged one foot in each gutter

On the day my father died

Girls were running autumn eyed, with wild hair

And hands of silk; peg tops had come round again

And in the sky the angels were as plain as wings

But on the day my father died

White faces fell from every window

And every house found rooms of tears to hide

While I, joy - jumping, empty eyed sang on the day my father died

Now my father dies a little every day

And the faces from each window grow like mine

I miss you