How I saw the man

by

Dina Dinsmoor

A face like Jesus
brown eyes that were tierd
hoping for nothing
promising nothing
and yet

I refused to hold him
I needed him to hold me
I'll hold him later as
a mother does
when I am stronger I thought

His eyes were sober
Though he often drank
I never minded the second hand smoke
because Marlboros are soft and tender
and I leaned in on my jacket
When I was alone
and took him in again

He hated being called perfect
because he had been rejected
because he was not
at least in my mind
What father ever leaves a child and wife
a child thinks
unless..
I wanted to go there with him
one day.

I knew he could fill my soul
if he ever wanted it

He may read this and know nothing yet of what I meant

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Why don't you look at Edward Lord Carson of Duncairn
by: Hay Machine
from: Dublin, Ireland

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