Father: Visiting Hours Poem by Donal Mahoney
Father: Visiting Hours
To have him see me
see his face, tree roots
ripping through the clay,
branches out, supplicating,
I can’t take.
Better that I wait.
Better that he one day have
one last chance to feel
his one son’s son
tug a block beside him.
Monday, April 28, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: father
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4/24/2024 9:30:39 PM # 1.0.0.1119
And so it goes...on an on....fathers and sons.....You poem strips away any sign of presenting not to care...I fall in.....PEACE to parents and the prides