"THE GIFT"

Cradled in his hand,
it became an instrument of precision;
turning pieces of wood
into works of art.

Sitting in the shade,
shavings falling gently at his feet,
pilling up,
like the days of a solitary life.

Cradled in his hand,
a knife,
the fond memory of a Father's Day
when days were bright and life was sweet.

Cradled in his heart,
a son,
who gave him a gift
before he went away.