Father's Day

A year ago, on Father's Day, I phoned my dad,
A courtesy. The call, I'm sure, was short and
Strained. We never had a lot to say. Who
Knows? I may have left a message. He got
Sick and died in August. This year, I'm the
Patriarch, the family's only father, but I seem
The lizard's second tail: regenerate, a lesser
Thing than what was here before.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2010-06-20 at 19:16

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