Father: Visiting Hours
Father: Visiting Hours
To have him see me
see his face, tree roots
ripping through the clay,
branches out, supplicating,
I can’t take.
Better that I wait.
Better that he one day have
one last chance to feel
his one son’s son
tug a block beside him.
Donal Mahoney
Copyright © Donal Mahoney | Year Posted 2010
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