Audre Lorde

(18 February 1934 – 17 November 1992 / New York City)

Father Son And Holy Ghost - Poem by Audre Lorde

I have not ever seen my father's grave.

Not that his judgment eyes
have been forgotten
nor his great hands' print
on our evening doorknobs
one half turn each night
and he would come
drabbled with the world's business
massive and silent
as the whole day's wish
ready to redefine
each of our shapes
but now the evening doorknobs
wait and do not recognize us
as we pass.

Each week a different woman
regular as his one quick glass
each evening
pulls up the grass his stillness grows
calling it weed.
Each week a different woman
has my mother's face
and he
who time has changeless
must be amazed
who knew and loved
but one.

My father died in silence
loving creation
and well-defined response
he lived still judgments
on familiar things
and died knowing
a January 15th that year me.

Lest I go into dust
I have not ever seen my father's grave.

Topic(s) of this poem: family


Comments about Father Son And Holy Ghost by Audre Lorde

  • (11/26/2014 1:52:00 AM)


    An emotional poem about the father, beloved father who died the same day may be the poet's date of birth january 15th it seems. Memories of life events never forgets and when it relates to father and mother it is so great. A good poem. (Report) Reply

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