My Father's Eyes
You know that I love you. It's nothing you've done.
He said as we stood in the aisle of some store,
I am the only one,
I have to take care of. It has to be me
That I'm thinking of and I'm looking out for,
That's why I have to be free.
As I tried to smile I said, I understand and it's all right.
I just couldn't look into my father's eyes.
I might be dying, he said on the phone.
Over thousands of miles and too many years
Twenty had come and gone.
That's why I called you. He said, I know.
Though we haven't spoken I lived with this fear
That you would forget or perhaps just let go.
So I'm glad I called, he said I understand and it's all right
Relieved I couldn't look into my father's eyes.
Then I held my face
In the mirror the rest of the night
Finally I looked into
My father's eyes
Copyright © Andrew Culjak | Year Posted 2019
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