My father’s sawmill:
Lovingly built and nurtured
For more than fifty years.
He got into the business
Grudgingly, at first
From my mother’s dad.
Prostate cancer took Daddy from us
He’d lived a good life.
I miss him.
It’s sad that no one
Took over the mill.
No one to carry on his legacy.
So. We simply remember
With joy and with pride.
Daily Prompt: Apprentice
Oh my .. I’m sorry