The Way My Father Wandered

My father’s energy
Still passes through me
A memory, an energy
As I sat and waited with my dog
A sadness for hopes that never came true
That became a way of being
I learned how to wait, on hold
To be loved
Which is to say I turned away from love
The way my father wandered away from home
To get drunk


2 Responses to The Way My Father Wandered

  1. suzyn kelley says:

    Slain. Could I share this on my facebook page (I mistakenly typed gracebook page!), crediting you of course? It speaks so many of our truths! I can feel my eyes burn and my heart swell with the roots of this.

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