Who Were You My Father, I Hold Dear? Poem by Dave Cadaqu

You my father both dark and light
Long these many years from my sight
Your edges worn blunt, and embers unblazed
Waves battered on the shore eroded, but saved

Who were you - I could never know
Yet you of me I think it so, and am glad to owe
Could I have known you better, I imagine not
Among the hurricanes and everyday rot

It's been so long, or was it yesterday?
The chisel of time chipping away at certainty.
I could be mistaken, but it doesn't feel likely
Like a familiar coat, I wear you warmly