Father Poem by Logan Rheinst
Father
Father who are you?
Where have you gone?
Did I do something,
something so wrong?
My memories of you,
diseased at the seams.
Are not very bold,
and hard to believe.
In video clips,
I called you my daddy.
In photograph snips,
I clung to you happily.
This is all that remains,
of the life I once had.
So very little,
I can hold it all in one hand.
Logan, lots of questions, very few answers... a very intimate and sensitive write on a difficult subject. Nice job! Brian
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4/23/2024 1:10:20 AM # 1.0.0.1119
really touched by these lines: This is all that remains, of the life I once had. So very little, I can hold it all in one hand. great poet in the making.