Christina A. Sharik


Salween River Gorge
Salween River Gorge
Dear Dad:

It’s just me.
I thought that we
could maybe chat
about your poem
and the sad fact that
you’re not here to
that it was read
beneath Chinese skies.

I’d like to look
into your dark eyes –
I like to think
you might be proud;
wish I could hear you
say those words
I miss you now.
Even more somehow.

Dear Dad
I hold within my hand
a bit of rock, and a little sand
taken from the Salween’s edge
I keep them on my bookshelf ledge
I hold them in my hand, and thrill
to think you were a part of that……
Thanks, Dad, I’ve enjoyed
our little chat…

Author’s Note: For Dad