I Am The Father

by

Luigi Lalumia

Father

Four rows of mother, daughter and son
Stand in front of my face. This

I suppose is a reflection of the
Significance and beauty of a mother’s role. Daughntingly

My eyes trace
Down, down, down.
There at my feet. In

One little row
Is the place where fathers go.

My God- I thought. This solitary enigma
Reflects my role! My

Fingertips play chopsticks along their spines.
Reciting the titles under my breath remind me of
Of the time I have left. Images

Of the child I was intertwine with
The children I have. We briefly rub elbows
In my mind. This

Thinking interrupts the projector
In my head. Overlapping celluloid’s bleed into
Each other. For

One moment-
Me, my daughter and my son
See as one. Then

I am alone again. I
Am the father.

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