Friday, March 9, 2012

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Father: Visiting Hours

To have him see me
see his face, tree roots
ripping through the clay,
branches out, supplicating,
I can’t take.
Better that I wait.
Better that he one day have
one last chance to feel
his one son’s son
tug a block beside him.

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