Pennypack Park Our promise to keep, we make by he old creek As the waters dance on toward tomorrow We kiss on the bank, our whole future a blank But your eyes glisten hope I can borrow Your smile drew a spark, back in Pennypack Park The memories we take still give through the dark We stretch in the shade, while you cradle our babe As the breeze bows the grass in the meadow She grows through the years, through the laughter and tears Roots and wings, guts and grit—she won’t stumble The lessons still arc back to Pennypack Park The memories you take still give through the dark Still give through the dark The problem with memory It too often lies The thing we get right Often flies But faith will make real, what facts can’t reveal Gentle thoughts always lead back to Pennypack Park I stand in the field and your spirit I feel Gives me strength that I’ll need for my journey You said “be here now” and you showed me just how But it’s hard to go on, I’m still learning You taught from the start back in Pennypack Park The lessons you gave still light up the dark Oh, the lessons you gave will always light up the dark
Frank’s poem, “Labor Day,” was nominated for a Pushcart Prize Award. His short stories have appeared in RavensPerch, Insider, Kola: A Black Literary Magazine, Dialogual, Madras Mag, Reverential Magazine, the Examined Life Journal, Into the Void, Empty Sink Publishing, Zodiac Review and the Fredericksburg Literary & Art Review, among many other publications. He has had poetry published in Philadelphia Stories, Fox Chase Review, Deltona Howl, Artifact Nouveau, Black Bottom Review, and Feile-Festa. He lives in Langhorne, Pa.