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Donall Dempsey
Poems
Nov 2018
"DADDY...GONE!"
"DADDY...GONE!"
Too little to know
where father goes when he goes
out the door
his smile left hanging there
an after image
of him.
I touch the air
where he has been
wondering what's become
of him...believing
he has become the sky
the passing clouds
a bird that flies
a cat's meow.
He is now
all things
of what a world
is made.
I stare at the air
willing him to be the shape
I love him in
my big man
who scoops me up
the scratchy kisses of his chin.
He has been translated
into a language of absence
that yet
contains him
decanted from all he was
into whatever I happen to see
whatever he be
a tiny universe of dustmotes
held in a sunbeam's
hand.
And then the coming of a time
when he becomes mine
his smile that I trace
with my fingertip
this the ordinary
miracle of his love.
Written by
Donall Dempsey
Guildford
(Guildford)
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