Saying goodbye to my father

2 min readMay 29, 2022

My father and I loved each other through poetry.

Lines shared in shortened, staccato rhythms

with endless meanings in-between

He was beautiful in the way that wild places are

in the way that conjures awe and fear at the same time

A place to visit, but never to stay.


I am an assistant principal at a small middle school. I care deeply about people and I like to find solutions if I can. Life is hard. Let's be kind