Friday, February 25, 2011

15 Sonnety Lines About Fathers and Sons

Such hopes that were had by my dad
Are not the type I want to have,
Nor wish my sons to have, nor theirs
On down as far as luck and streetsmarts

Gets us. Try as I always do to find
Something lacking in him (believe me,
There's so much missing) I can detect
Nothing untoward, inexplicable, no whim

Of history to distort the nature of his correct.
Over the years I've learned that I should trust
Rejecting and then affirming my father's gifts:
Shrugging my shoulders in a far-flung place,

Which for another might rather turn murderous
And set the whole family permanently adrift.

I'm his firstborn. I might be a total disgrace.

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