I am a father to my father
my father is now a child as I look upon him with
wonder and bewilderment as he makes his next move.
I am a father to a child who at one time, I called father.
I sent my mother father’s day cards until I realized
every day I am walking, breathing and communicating,
it is her day…
I do not participate in pastimes and national holidays,
in some ways I am just like my father
but I have no children and no wife to look after and provide for.
… So I declare myself free.
I have made peace so now I sit back and watch
as my father scribbles on the wall with a syringe.
I am a father to a child who at one time, I called father.