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Dad
It is hard to write About Dad. I feared him As long as he lived, Still do. It’s sixty-two years since he died. He’s still alive in my dreams, A little shorter, Just as bald, Never a smile. Dad expired when I was nineteen. His disdain for me outlived him by four. My fear has abated little, Terror is a trap that clamps tight— If you amputate That part of you dies too. Failure, anger, and resentment Not all setbacks make us sour. You’ve had your share no doubt— I hear you keep your cheer. Dad hired on as the church gravedigger (a job that suited him). First holiday I came home from boarding school, He asked me to help dig a grave For Uncle Joe, his brother-in-law. Watching me peck away at the ground Frozen four feet down He seemed, for the first time, content. Next time I saw him look Satisfied was at his wake The priest mumbling prayers, Mother wailing, tears in my eyes, One hundred fifty at his side. I saw a twinkle in his eye, Someone else had dug the hole for him.
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