The memory of my father is now a large white ship
(each suite a memory)
A large, white, gleaming modern cruise ship,
moving away from me on a windless day,
gliding down a flawless ocean
Under a flawless sky.
Far from a crushing affair,
his passing was a dignified, tranquil conclusion
to a friendship
by the wildest of mentors.
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