refuge is at my grandfather's feet
where between sips of beer
and swatting flies his
fingers play piano
across his belly.
the problem, he says
is you don't listen.
i watch the peacock clock
tick away time while he
whistles a lullaby.
take a seat baby girl
and pats his lap with
weathered hands that
helped to raise me,
my cheek pressed against
the sun-warmed buttons
of his overalls.
stop crying for your father,devil's got a daddy complex
enough for the world
Dreams are fantastic, aren't they? I've been having a bad daddy week, and then this dream surfaces and puts everything back into its perspective. My subconscious is so smart...
2 comments:
This is so fantastic! The last few lines I wanted over and over! You break my heart and then put it together again! I hope the rest of this week is very good to you!
You made me shiver...
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