Grand-Pere
A legacy for a father
waiting uninspired
Painted by the numbers
paternity required
Angel guardian my lost friend
orphanage exile
Free me on this darkest night
lead me through denial
Empty titled nominee
robbers roost to hide
Salutation waits unborn
seeded but unrhymed
Grand-Pere whose master’s voice
birthed my infant scrawl
Fill me once then fill me twice
— to sire and enthrall
(The New Room: June, 2024)
Copyright © Kurt Philip Behm | Year Posted 2024
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