Club Poetico

                                                                       quando a poco a poco
                                                                       il sole si adagia,

                                                                       il pensier mio
                                                                        s'erge altissimo.

                                                                       Stille di dolore
                                                                       or trafiggono
                                                                       l'infinito andare

                                                                       ma nell'incedere
                                                                       l'animo mio inquieto,
                                                                       nel lungo abbraccio paterno,si placa.

                                                                       Sfiorando i ricordi
                                                                       e i frammenti di vita vissuti,
                                                                        gioisco del tenero tuo sguardo acuto

                                                                        e nostalgica rimpiango
                                                                        la presenza  "svanita"
                                                                        che la chiara e libera via tracciava.

                                                                        Nell'animo..
                                                                       custodisco l'impronta,

                                                                       oh padre mio!

                                                                       Dono di un'esistenza
                                                                        vissuta con amore.