when You held that fragile infant
8 lbs, 8 oz,
in Your sturdy, tattooed arms
did You see this coming?
did You see the world of animosity
deception, anger and hateful words
that passed between our now equal forms
dear Father of mine?
or did You imagine something better?
fishing on a brook, like something
out of a terrible hallmark card?
dear Father of mine?
There are a million ways to say it
There are endless combinations
of words that, underneath their skin
mean absolutely nothing
...and so I won't say it.
But hopefully, someday,
sooner before later,
You will know through what I do.
Author notes
i've been a terrible son.
allusions:
El Manana - Gorillaz
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