once you walked this lane
and nothing was lacking, but
turns out, fathers matter
to one who last knew long ago
what it felt to be safe
once you walked this lane
and nothing was lacking, but
turns out, fathers matter
to one who last knew long ago
what it felt to be safe
her eyes were drenched
in blue and wet,
beneath a sky
of blue and gray;
her mood, a mix
of red and blue
and other colors,
far away —
into the blue
of her regret,
she dove, to find
that pearl, past worth,
of opalescent
blue she lost,
so long ago
in
childbirth
What she’s lost
Only her sister would know
No mother there to see her success
Nor to see the woman that she
Has become
No father to call now
When she has car troubles
Nor to walk her down the aisle
No parents to be there
When her first child is born
And ‘family’ at Christmas
Will always be incomplete
Another day on the calendar
To you and me
A time of unspeakable sadness
To her
And to her sister
The orphaned
All around us
We should love them
If we possibly can
That much extra
The sun goes down, it’s nothing new.
At least, to you and me;
But someone newer stands and watches
There, beside the sea
Since all that might endgender wonder
Still does what it does,
If it just doesn’t seem the same,
I’m not the guy
I was