This is for my dad
the sweetest,
gentlest dad I know
the only
trouble he gives me is
making others
envy me wherever I go
This message is
for my dad
so Zen, so
sweet, so kind
my mind has
always had a hard time
knowing why you
robbed wombs of their babies
So
My dad, I love
you Dad
you are my
scale for love
Not many men
could handle such a height or such surgeon’s glove
You sang the
guitar
which made me
know God must be rich and sweet
If you don’t
want heaven if sinners will be there
wherever shall
we meet?
I want you to
be with me
that would be
the place to greet
Poem for Dad, draft no. 1
This is for my
dad
The sweetest,
gentlest dad I know
The only
trouble he gives me is making others envy me wherever I go
This message is
for my dad
So Zen, so
sweet, so kind
My mind has
always had a hard time
Knowing why you
robbed wombs of their babies
So
My dad, I love
you Dad
You are my
second love? [or should it be first love, before the Lord, or second love
because all loves are second to God or…anyway…]
You are my
scale for love
Not many men
could handle such a height or such… glove?
You sang the
guitar [long pause]
that [or
which?] made me know God must be rich and sweet
If you don’t
want God’s heaven {i.e. because he says sinners will be there}
Wherever shall
we meet?
I want you to
be with me
That would be
the place to greet
