Christopher Parsons


My Father's Room - Poem by Christopher Parsons

I saw a picture in my father’s room,
tucked away in a worn paper box.
It was of him and my mother,
holding hands.

They were young too.
My mother a beauty in her violet blouse,
and my father in an old T-shirt.
They smiled.

As I sat,
wondering who the photographer was,
my Father came home,
and asked me to mow the grass.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, October 9, 2007

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011


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