James Black Poet Bio

Way Back Again, Part 2

Daddy’s dead
My mother rushed in to tell me to get it over with
I sit thinking about how I never knew the man
My dad was not a God
But he wanted to love me good
I wonder why
I had to lose him at such a young age
I cried in the night
Looking back on the things we never did
Way back then
Way back again


But his funeral wasn't so sad
Everyone was pleased to know the man
And I smiled as they smiled
And laughed along too
We celebrated his will and his whimsy
He never hurt someone intentionally
But things that were so nice
Will stay alive

And when I look way back again
When I really get down to it
It’s like I’m beginning to breathe again
I laugh in the night
Hoping my kids can love me too
And hoping my friends
Can think of me great to the bittersweet end
If then I think my life
Was so great, I wouldn't have to think twice

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