Lester Poem by Barbara Talman

Lester



When I came, you thought you were a father,
and looked so smug.
Speaking, but saying nothing, you did not know
you were a disappointment, and neither did I.
You watched and I tried to pry open your mind.
Were you laughing?
I suppose, for you never intended entry.
Time secured no meeting until there was no time.
Leaving me to wonder, who were you?

Monday, May 10, 2010
Topic(s) of this poem: father,leaving
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Barbara Talman

Barbara Talman

Chicago, Illinoise
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