Matthew Roeser


I Am My Father's Son and Daughter


On the eve of your graduation 
We sat mirroring each other
Each lost 
Each found 

Sitting on cold steel warmed by hearts
A tailgate of remembrance
At dawns edge I dreamed a dream
Of before the great birth

A son who shone a sun
A woven life
As me but not 
Of me but not

You were across the room
At times I shouted to deaf ears
Other times it was you shouting
But always love waved

Always love thirsted
And always together we drank
Tonight we drink again
And tip cans ice cold to our lips

The lips that whispered
That yelled, shouted, laughed and 
Fed off the fever that we had become
Through the crucible

That gave me to you and you to me
Tomorrow one journey ends
Another begins
Long ago and far away

A man loved a woman
A woman loved a man
Come run away with me 
Today, forever and always 

As long as I'm living
My baby you'll be
I awaken, a witness to a dream 
That has become real.
 

Submitted: Saturday, January 11, 2014
Edited: Saturday, January 11, 2014

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