THE TOBES

My son is a fine young man. You heard it here first. He is a musician, composer, writer, sportsman, thinker and wit. Last year we did a cross country hop in a U-Haul. An epic journey. The journal is to follow. In the meantime, this poem is for Tobes.

THE MUSIC IN MY HEART

January 2008

I am lying in the dark

I am flying through space and I am falling, falling

I hear his voice

I am glad you are my Dad

I am in his arms and I am falling, falling

I hear his voice

I am glad you are my Dad

I am crying

I am crying

I am crying

I am falling

I hear his voice

Again and again

I listen to his song

And I am falling

I listen to his song

And I am listening to the music in my heart.