Today is my father’s birthday. This is the first poem I wrote after his passing.


The tears do not stop
They pause for a time
And then they come again
I miss my father
He was a simple man
He cared about me and others.

I look at my own cluttered life
And wonder if by some grace
I might change
And make of the time that remains
A life of simplicity and joy.

Fred Oberg
1910 – 1999

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