Friday, February 25, 2011

15 Sonnety Lines About Fathers and Sons

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

Will get us.  Try as I always do to find
Something lacking in him (believe me,
There's quite a lot missing) I can detect
Nothing unusual, unaccounted for, no whim

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

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

I'm his firstborn.  He calls me "the disgrace."

1 comment:

  1. Richard, That is so sad to read. I never geard him call you a disgrace.