This year I have written a poem for my dad and sharing a part of the water color I am working on.
He was from the island of Hawaii aand though you may not be familiar with the islands, just
relax, take your shoes off, smell the perfume of the flowers, the gentle breeze and read
distant smoke stacks are quiet
Parkers and cattle long gone
sugar cane yields to open fields
the volcano peaceful
water still gushes over the falls
heavenly mist lingers, then rises
like an old melody of koa trees and orchids
afternoon clouds gather to release rain and rainbows
before the endless blue returns
the sound of the waves still moves in, then out
a lullaby so familiar
telling the story again
to add another name
the last of Kohala brothers
passing
aloha (love in Hawaiian)
linda