Father-Figured
Under a dawning light that freckled the room,I slept while you
Crept the corners of the house-
Packing pieces of your children
Into boxes.
Memorabilia for a divorced life,
Like the relics of a
Has been fatherhood.
I awoke,
Insides kindled slightly-
And watched Mom,
Knot her hands,
In unmistakable emptiness.
Her legs dangled the bedside,
Limp without life.
You too felt dead,
When you extended your arms
For a father parting son embrace.
Please, handle with care.
Your voice faltered
As you whispered
Wisdomless words into the crevice of my ear.
Last minute sounds, blur,
To take to heart.
Having prepared nothing biblical,
I merely agreed,
"See you on the weekends."
Poetry by Shawn Monahan
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Written on 2008-02-01 at 19:39
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