Follow the Leader by Phil Specht

Follow The Leader
I touch your faded face again
this anniversary of your birth.
More times the photo
than when arm’s length,
I could have touched, hugged.
Said “I love you”. So I miss you.
Happy Birthday Nate.
Snow on my face today
reminding me of the party
we had to cancel, slippery roads.
But then, too, the “Indian Cave Party”,
you and your friends deep in the woods
that warm afternoon.
The spot where you found arrowheads.
Or the younger you, the game jumping
round bale to bale, follow the leader.
Your friends now fathers themselves.
A tear on my cheek stinging
today in the cold wind.
A smile too, memories, not all bad,
as once again I pass an image
and touch your face, write,
….still here.. with you.
Phil Specht 10-30-21