Listening to every heart
It is too bad that
you chose not to stick around
to see your fruits
drop and scatter, some staying,
growing roots, bounding with tradition,
others, rolling a bit beyond the fall
of your rejection
leaving twelve behind,
along with their mother,
was that such a very right thing
And what, I wonder, since having learned of you,
were you running to? Or from?
In his eyes, the one man that I once believed
must have been very much loved by you,
for he in turn loved very, very intently
honestly, truthfully, sincerely,
you were ostensibly a non man
for he spoke not of you,
not even to his wife,
who apparently believed you dead
and in that way of things
he idolized his father-in-law
so I came to know only one grandfather,
and never questioned your non-existence.
Shortly before my father died,
I learned of you.
Curiosity is a queer thing, indeed. Quietly I
have harbored only thoughts of you,
not loving thoughts,
but what you left behind in your heritage of
genes that persevere and allow,
no, force me to
wonder at the running away of my own
Let’s take heritage into consideration, then.
Gathering from one remaining male member of
those you left behind,
or so his story goes,
one night, after dinner, you markedly left
the table, took a lamplight,
hung it on the front of your truck
and followed the beam of firefly’s light
Strange, how we blame kids today for doing
bizarre acts, and talk openly of their disappointments
to the rest of us…
Stranger still, how disappointments of the past
were hidden in family boxes of Pandora nature
and acts like yours,
One of your sons
followed your lead – to shame?
the eleven that remained? They raised wonderful
sons and daughters, and the one son that did
not have children,
loved us all.
So curious am I
that your genes were strong enough
to discontent some
grandchildren’s children’s children.
Seemingly, your wife's genetic
character was a little
Shall I surmise, then,
that the whole picture before you
was even less of a consideration
what you had left behind?
My muse fails to come back from summer vacation,
so to those who have asked me to "post something soon..."
here's a little something from the archives, (c) 2001.