My dad, Tom Triplett, wrote from his heart with a poetic flair. His poetry reflects his deep concerns about war, spirituality, love, rejection, injustice, and social blindness. He is gone to heaven now, but his memory and his poetry will live on in the hearts and minds of those who knew and loved him. I am proud of my dad, love him with all my heart, and miss him every day. -Felicity Triplett