In a just world, I could give this book three and a half stars. I really liked his brief meditations on losing your father, and found a few of them moving. Problem is, these are not poems and most don't try to be. The pieces are just short prose reminiscences without the verbal qualities that elevate them into verse. With a couple of exceptions, these reminiscences are not even linated like verse. It is a good book, I recommend it, but it is not a book of poems.