To Father
a child flings her father
to the moon
remembers a need not present
and, empty, leaves
as a moment vanishes.
throwing caution to the wind
she dips like a swallow
a room full of noise
envelops her mind
and he stands there
watching.
a butterfly looks back
noting a subtle crease
in her once warm home
she nods
in acknowledgement
then spreads her colors wide
and flies
killing all hope that she is
as she was:
malleable.
I fall into your arms
like an ocean you
rock me away, though
eventually
I have come to see
your tides bring me under
your sand chokes me
like a child I cry
that serene image
now lost.
the child picks up
a shell
a rock
a leaf
to add to a
pack rat’s collection
but one day
she must choose –
which will she keep?
you try to shape-shift me
into what I’d like to be
lead me down a path
with no one by my side.
I am not a student
lessons mean nothing
I have no one to
run home to
after a day in your office.
I am a swallow
a butterfly
but most of all a child
your child
I will take what you have
given me
so graciously
and once again
I’ll fly.
Copyright © Allison Kinzy | Year Posted 2007
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