Daddy: World-Renowned Politician* - Poem by elysabeth faslund
My Father was a world leader and the best
He loved butterflies.
My Father was a world-renowned politician.
Then his favorite neighborhood bar
He sat...turning his old, gnarled hands
Over and over
In his lap.
He knew things about water...the ways of
Small, innocent creatures.
He knew the healing properties of
Death knitted his arteries back together.
Death periodically dropped in to check
On his heart...then
Should I show you my Father's hands
When I return?
Should I bring you his knowledge of
Dolphins and butterflies?
Should I return with smiles...emeralds
Of the water?
Should I return?
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