Fathers figure


I had two paternal influences
Raised me to be two men, but one
Not the same

Like in life you both chose my mother
In one month you both chose your graves

You’ve showed me two ways to be
Two ways to live. love.
Two ways to stay.  Two ways to leave
And only one not like the other

gave me time to grieve

Dad we’d walk the trail together
Into dark wood. white floor, leaves brown

Father we’d walk the beach in cold weather
Waves come and go, some waste away, some drown

Here’s to Harry flying in his taxi
Taking tips always getting stoned
Here’s to Robert on his safari
Just this last line men – welcome home





3 thoughts on “Fathers figure”

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s