FATHER AND SON CORRESPONDENCE

Father, John DeFoore Sr
98 years old
7:00 AM
23rd February 2018

I never learned
to speak
the language
of the harp

or hum
the melodies
of the
treasured viol

I struggle
under the weight
of the
gigantic bass

but tingle
with delight
at the sound
of the flute

until my heart
sings in symphony
with music
unknown and undreamed

while I stand
in concert hall
made grand
by universe

I take the podium
raise my baton
and ten thousand
angels play with their hearts.

Response

John DeFoore Jr
71 years old
7:20 AM
23rd Feb 2018

I do so long to respond to your poetry
With something equally grand
It appears you wander in realms 
of universes and stars, 
Choirs of angels and galaxies 
at your beck and call
I on the other hand 
bounce from side to side 
when I shake my head
Cranium bound, 
following nueronal pathways, 
navigating synaptical crossroads.
Though 
putting it in that light 
both are grand arenas
for observer 
perhaps equally valuable.
As one observer to another, 
“well reported my friend”