Forgiving Dad
/I’m supposed to,
but what would it prove?
What’s it like to live
without a bottle
of pills?
I lost track of scanning a list,
making decisions over
Mom’s suggestions.
I tossed the past over my shoulder,
surrendering to memories of which
I’d resigned over the calling
of an autumn evening
that erased the summer of 1988.
I teared up over his childhood
excuses as he backhanded my eyes dry.
To forgive him before he dies
next week, or to let the past
settle within his heart
as he’d never wanted me
from the start.
But now that death called his name,
the only one he wanted to see was me.
By Andy Cooper
From: United States
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