The Fathers of My Co-Workers
The fathers of my co-workers all look the same
Short haircuts with a slight wave to the side
Mustaches – all well groomed
White button-down shirts with generic emblems
White skin with a hint of tan
Thin bodies with gold wire frame glasses, always
Brown belts through the loops of Levis jeans
Seated on wood dining room chairs
They exude passivity and kindness
Their arms are folded gently across their waists
And every single day
They tell their daughters
“Honey – you are beautiful”
Copyright © Laura Mccadden | Year Posted 2017
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