he wore it
like stripes
and patches earned,
stitched to his chest
with needles through flesh;
...from amazing face at birth,
fresh, with cheeks to cash
and grow into
something valued like
commitment or blue chip stocks
something his children
could latch on to
that's my dad...
like medals and awards
and highlight pictures on the walls
of foyers
and family rooms
like gates to
the family's estate
swinging free of debt
for generations
next
and beyond...
something his children
would embrace
not erase
like foul stains
on childhood memories
in the making
like the illusion
of traditional ties
and vows
like graduations
and weddings
missed
and new births;
...to the lifeless face
of another casualty
of addiction;
cheeks pale like ashes,
cashing
only dust
~ P (Pablo)
(8/4/2013)
Aug 4, 2013
Aug 4, 2013 at 5:47 PM UTC
he wore it
like stripes
and patches earned,
stitched to his chest
with needles through flesh;
...from amazing face at birth,
fresh, with cheeks to cash
and grow into
something valued like
commitment or blue chip stocks
something his children
could latch on to
that's my dad...
like medals and awards
and highlight pictures on the walls
of foyers
and family rooms
like gates to
the family's estate
swinging free of debt
for generations
next
and beyond...
something his children
would embrace
not erase
like foul stains
on childhood memories
in the making
like the illusion
of traditional ties
and vows
like graduations
and weddings
missed
and new births;
...to the lifeless face
of another casualty
of addiction;
cheeks pale like ashes,
cashing
only dust
~ P (Pablo)
(8/4/2013)
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