Apr 21, 2013 05:44
Chest
3.
Looking at cars I think
to ask your father to come with me.
I imagine him standing there
arms folded about his belly
but then I wonder why am I asking
this man to be my father
when I am a fatherless child
(and proud of it)?
Am I caught in that thinking
where I believe what is yours
is mine even after we aren't we anymore?
He is not my father although I have
called him "Dad" for nearly 15 years
and I quibble and I waver and I worry?
I was never supposed to be on these shores
David is long and gone
so is Freddy. Rufus came
but he was too late, I was past grown.
Ernie washed his hands of me before
they could ever mold me.
And I called Tim "Dad"
for fifteen years and worry
(WORRY!) he wouldn't
wanna come look at a car with me?
He would, too.
After all,
He's been calling me "Son"
for nearly 15 years.