infidelities in
this place
of chaos is absolutely
normal
that is what father
used to tell me when i reached
the age of puberty
i wonder if he talked about
himself and his implied infidelity
to mother
but i was then too busy then
with my new found loves
i did not mind what he said at
all
but here i am too
found in the same situation as his
keeping some secrets
with someone else
putting money to the mouths
to keep them sealed forever
when we meet we do not know
each other
we tell stories of diversions
we know how to pretend perfectly
when needed by the
call of propriety
father had long died and
i can remember how square his face was
he was unfair to mama
but he loved her so well with all his
lies
and she loved him too
with all her pretenses
that she did not know what he did
and that she only cared
what her children wanted
to keep the family intact
to keep the name going
and let strong traditions live
the way it should be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem