Opinion: An ode to my Dad, for Father's Day

Times gone don’t come back.
Gone it has not without leaving a trace,
Like the rivers that pour with grace,
Never again to flow the same way.
There was a rainbow forming. I quickly called my daughter to look at this growing miracle of nature. She came out running. Then out came her dad, then my mother — our whole family was together, looking at this developing marvel. It was a delight to the eyes, a nice ending to a grey Sunday. After five minutes, my family went back to their respect