To The Lighthouse

 

Nothing better than a sail

rides the waves and sky

cutting through the water

most natural of rides.

As we went to

Martha's Vineyard

my dad, my wife

and me.  

Mother passed some years before

dad living alone

we flew up from Virginia

was good to return home.

So many misadventures

and yet accomplished this

married a good woman

lovely, intelligent. 

Off we went to Martha's place

my father looked at me

perhaps a little envious

or just feeling happy. 

Taking photos of the sails

as they flew around

lighthouse in the distance

fabulous playground.

I knew that I could do it

raised the kids repaired

in my early fifties

problems solved

new era.

And now few decades later

life's journey full of bends

Dad has joined my mother

and I left the West End.  

Living in the country

with someone who is kind

reminds me that the

best found coin

can't buy a loving eye.

Looking for a sailboat

travels in the van

single sail and rudder

too

state park is the next plan.

No lighthouse just some hiking trails

we can't walk too far

still the waves will carry us

out to the isle sandbar. 

This will make her happy

I'm ordering today

out in the trees and water

this memory will play. 

She collected lighthouses

were all around her house! 

I noted them on our first date

and smile to see them now.