Abraham

Built him into a statue that day

right in the center of town. A monument;

forever memorializing all he encompassed

Regal, a real intellectual; he looked good

in a tie. We visited him often, stroking

the stone of genius or simply to say hi

His eyes were frozen in a warm smile;

that same smile we grew to cherish,

the one that let us know he truly cared

The windows to his soul were dressed

in a tone of sadness, though, like they held

onto our worries with his. Light resonated

from our statue when we did something

pleasing. We couldn’t help but bathe

in that radiance, cleansing ourselves

of our iniquities and basking in the afterglow

Just below his feet rests a bronze plaque

It reads: Here sits the orphan father;

our mentor, our refuge, our friend.

Cherished and valued is the guidance

of such a respectable man. He waited

for us through all seasons, no matter

the weather or storm. An embraceable form,

while set in that stone, his pliable ways

still could nurture. It’s hard to say what

the future holds for our immortalized gem.

Can he stand the test of time forever

while enduring the force of our elements

as they erode and chip away at his armour?

Will we ever tire of probing his gifts?

Would a new day dawn where we’d forget

to stop by, even if only to extend a “hi?”