I won’t allow my father’s 80% proof to rein on our parade.
Frayed rope, tied up loose ends
In a battle between
A barefoot path towards my mother’s grave,
Dead-center of the Appalachian advantage
And my childhood mistakes.
Sanity honed in on temporary missteps,
Obliged to take each fall
And walk away
A different man.
Jan 28, 2013
Jan 28, 2013 at 2:12 PM UTC
I won’t allow my father’s 80% proof to rein on our parade.
Frayed rope, tied up loose ends
In a battle between
A barefoot path towards my mother’s grave,
Dead-center of the Appalachian advantage
And my childhood mistakes.
Sanity honed in on temporary missteps,
Obliged to take each fall
And walk away
A different man.
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