Thursday, April 3, 2008

THE ARRIVAL OF MY FATHER

 

I

the coming days
were full of adventure

thinking of all
the ice cream delights
and chocolate
he'd have to make up for

the stories
filled with fairy godmothers and
scary monsters
his soothing eyes could slay

he could explain
the grey photo,
pink bike
which peddle to push first,
how to ride without falling down,

and all the other secrets
only fathers know

II

he should've been here by now

his conscience
must have
devoured him

he'll call

what if he's allergic to
my pink ruffled dress
performed in delicate lace stockings
just for him

or maybe it's
my holey smile
with missing teeth

or
maybe
it's
me

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