Poetica Spontenaium (As always, forcing myself to try & write poetry right on the damn spot)
Nose pressed flat
against window pain
with eyes larger than my teeth
I was born to watch
for you
and not bite.
To wait for you
and not whimper.
Barely able to speak
the small words of love
much less those sharper
I could only blow
the little breath of my body
from my toes and through my spine
To fog the chilly glass
as I traced your name
that I only recognized as “Ah bbha”.
After dark
you came home
with defeat in each step
Still wanting
for something more
and shamed to look
even me in the eye
You gently rocked and palmed my head
while considering the cheapness of rice
over day old bread
And I couldn’t say
enough
And I didn’t say it then
But I love you.
I could have rubbed your tired hands
But you would have pushed me away.
I could have washed your feet
But you would have said they hadn’t walked enough
I wish I could have said
The things to make you know
How dignified you made me feel
Knowing that my father was a Man.
A very good one.
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