When My Father Was Tall

I remember days in the hazy sun
I remember days of willow
Sweet slow motion days like a waterfall
I remember days when my father was tall
No one knows your time like a photograph
Everything was black and white
A fraction of a life in total recall
The way he held his head when my father was tall.
Ordinary days, when they come to mind
They scatter like a dandelion
Why am I amazed? It’s a child’s fate
To be dreaming through a father’s time
I remember days in the changing light
I remember days when the world was small
Sweet slow motion days, like a muted call
The way he held his head when my father was tall
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