Harvey Littlejohn Low (February 28, 1922 – June 3, 2016)
On the day my father died
I planted flowers in my sister’s garden —
Lemon and marmalade marigolds
Sapphire lobelia
circling
Garnet geraniums.
This is a poem I wrote when Dad and I were still going out fishing in his boat. On the way back to shore he would hum strains of songs I had grown up with. His humming always signaled to me that he was happy.

When daddy hums
my heart is at ease
thoughts come untangled
troubles release
His baritone lilting
softens all woe
providing a shelter
for me to come home.
Lindy Low Le Coq (revised August 2013)


































