Poem for my Dad

This is the poem I wrote 11/18/04, a couple weeks after my father passed away.
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Vision pushes outward and widens
from a drop of foam
on a single wave
to the span of solid ocean.

The water pulses,
a wave is created,
creating strength, moving forward,
perhaps to crash on the shore
or fade slowly away
dissolving once more to the ocean
that gave it birth.

Your wave was tall and beautiful
curving over me
even when I didn't see it.
Your wave pushed my little one along,
building from underneath.

You fade, I grow.
Another wave forms and dissolves,
ripples across an expansive ocean.
You dissolve
but the water is whole.