Weekly Scrabble Game At My Dad's New Apartment Poem by Glen Kappy
Weekly Scrabble Game At My Dad's New Apartment
from 'Remembering Kappy'
By the fourth game all of us were buzzed—
by vodka-and-tonic in my dad
white wine in me and my twin brother.
And while my dad took time to contemplate his moves
we two sang parts of doo-wop songs.
About to take our leave
my dad waxed lyrical about his wife, our mother—
now twenty-eight years passed—
wondering aloud that she was drawn to him
who had no future and just an eighth-grade education.
And I beheld this man—my heart in different state—
whom I had asked to leave my home a mere two weeks ago.
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5/10/2024 12:01:43 PM # 1.0.0.1119
for now i'll assume passed means deceased aka dead. this simple portrayal of a Scrabble game [and connected lives] was refreshing. to MyPoemList. bri ;)
thanks, bri. i appreciate you reading and commenting on this poem—first one to comment! yes, passed means deceased or, as i think of it, his spirit left his body behind. i happened to be in the hospital room with him when this happened which i tell about in my poem how faint and elusive if you'd want to check that one out. -glen