Where Is He Now

Where Is He Now


Where is he now?
That strong tall silent man.
Who towered over me.
Who with a single word,
Could still my babbling tongue.
Who with a simple look,
Could quiet my deepest fears.
That strong tall quiet man.
Warrior, Gardener, Farmer, Father.

I see him now and then,
In treasures left behind.
Not silver gold or jewels.
Not property or wealth.
Nor titles, status or regard.
I see him in the courage of his sons.
I see him in his daughters loving smiles.
And in their voices crackling down the phone,
I hear his words again like he was here.

So as our tale of days fulfils its course.
Know this, he is not really gone at all.
But in each task we do, each word we say.
Each time we greet our children with a smile.
Each line my stuttering pen commits to write.
Attests the truth of this, he is still here.
And when at last we too take that last journey.
A measure of him lingers on forever.
In those we too will leave behind.


George William Savage

June 2007