Sunday, 14 June 2015

Another poem about parents

I didn’t mourn

I didn’t mourn when my father died.
I picked carefully through my words
Seeking what little was true

“He was a kind man,” they said.
I did not know this man.
Only the flawed and pointless life. 

My words had no place
Amid the sandwiches and tea.
I held my silence, as I always had. 

1 comment:

  1. That is one powerful and pointed poem, Ms. Blackfeather. <3