I am my father hairy ears and all,
listening to music heard only on
one radio station, rarely seen
out of blue work clothes,
even on days off.
Owner of one twenty-year-old suit,
worn to all family functions,
that according to him.
‘Still looks too good to be thrown away'
and he most likely will be buried in.
I am my father bragging.
Forty years married to the same woman
and proud of it.
Yet never once letting her know how I feel.
Able to fix anything except,
relationships with his own children.
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This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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