Family Portrait 

I was there 
early afternoon Sunday, 
7th June, prescribed time 
and place, to see you off 
see you on the liner, 
us out of your hair, 
waving; 
nary a batted eye 
among us, 
not a sorry soul 
on the dock, 
only hands 
in the air.

Joe Todaro 's Questions:

I would particularly like critique on the amount of detail the poem contains. Is the detail too sketchy? Further, can the poem be modified for more impact without overstatement; if so, how?