John T. Racanelli
In Memoriam of My Father, John T. Racanelli, November 14, 1925 – October 12, 2017
Calm waters soothe the old man’s soul,
Quietly lapping ripples on his serenely rested mind.
Waiting for the big wave that never came –
The tsunami of overwhelmingness and destruction,
On the shore of his perceptions.
There he recounts his many blessings –
the good times and moments
Which seem to have showered down as a steady rain throughout his time.
Comfortably, he lifts his eyes towards the horizon.
Not expecting to see much,
Other than the tired sun,
Dropping colorfully behind the distant horizon.