Tears of my Father

A Poem
By: Jesse Edwardson

Tears of my Father
saddest of all.
Pent up emotion
cause them to fall.

Eyes of my Father
unwilling to try.
Somewhere, someway
forgot how to cry.

Remembering now
a moment of pain.
Tears of my Father
falling like rain.

Face of my Father
remember and learn.
Tears from his eyes
on cheeks that burn.

Rust Bucket

A Poem?
By: Jesse L. Edwardson

To all the rust buckets and jalopies and the Detroit rolling iron that never sees fresh oil until the idiot light comes on.  The cars that are neglected, abused and ignored.  Thank you, for getting us to our destinations that one final time, every time.