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Some Words and a Poem

I couldn't find sleep last night.  I was up when I heard my dad upstairs, readying himself for work at about 5:15.  I went up to the kitchen, said good morning to him and drank a glass of water.  He works so hard, I thought to myself.  I wonder if the responsibility of caring and providing for our family is a burden he still is constantly aware of.

I went back downstairs, thinking of how much I love him and how much he loves me.  Sometimes, when he's feeling gruff and doesn't say "I love you" he tells us--his boys--that he's proud of us.  Reminded me of this poem.

first poem for Dad 

And straightway coming up out 
of the water, he saw the heavens 
opened, and the Spirit like a dove 
descending upon him: 
And there came a voice from 
heaven, saying: Thou art my belov- 
ed Son, in whom I am well pleased. 

    —St. Mark 1:10-11

Doubting your frequent compliments,

I’ve locked myself behind the bathroom door

To inspect my thin-skinned bones,

Hoping that the image in a mirror

Will help me square up why

You give such lovely praise to me

On this solvent-scented Saturday

Reserved for scrubbing toilets.

Falling lights and descending doves don’t offer

Clues to help me see your view:

“I’m proud of you, my son.”

I should trust you—your wisdom has always been

Constant truth as white as porcelain—

    You don’t give me lies.