In all times
And in all lives
There are moments filled
With the sincerest intimacy
You and I shared such moments
And I thank you
And love you
For those times
~
Note: I wrote this poem for my father, Sanford Cleveland Kahrmann, sitting on the bed in his room on August 17, 1969. He was 55. I was 15. It is the only thing I’ve written that I remember word for word. Never have I been more focused when writing than I was writing this. ~ PSK
