a poem for my dad
My dad died on 8.1.97. I wrote this poem a decade later. I'm re-posting it on this day of memories and missing.
August 1, 2007
ten years gonea decadeAugust 1, 1997
we were over the mountains at a hotelwaiting to get the kids from campI was planning to visit the next weekgot the callyou were gone
all the things you don’t know
within days, OK a few monthsI had a new job and carMichael moved out (was in foster care)we would have talked and you would have cared
I can’t believe you don’t know
I imagine you in your family roomsitting in your chair(it’s upstairs in our guest room now)your television and sound system(big screens and theater sound are the rage, I know you’d love it)you’d put in some action movie tell me “listen to this”sound would overwhelm the roomit would be impressive
I want to hear you rant about the governmentand the unending stupidity of people
I want to play Upwordsjust the two of usyou keeping scorefor little reasonbecause you would winagain