death of fathers

So little said, implied, expressed;
such silence entombed in cameraderie:
a rock in the desert speaks more truth.

O father keep your silent soul alone
such maleness steeps the hunt
and blesses courage for the battle of
the day the week the year

The lesson that you taught me I shall teach:
to seal the wound, protect the heart,
and never, ever yield; yes I shall fight!

But that one time I thought
I saw your eye soften
whose weakness was that?
yours, whose eye it was?
or I who saw the eye?
did you teach me too well?

Of course I was mistaken
I have learned the lesson well
and shall resume my silence
and my guard.

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Poet, playwright, duplicate bridge player, website designer, cottager, husband, father, grandfather, former athlete, carpenter, computer helper for my friends, theatre designer, backstage polymath, retired teacher of highschool English, drama, art, a baritone singer in a barbershop quartet, who knows what else? wordcurrents is on Facebook: Doug also has a Facebook page, "Incognitio", related to his novels.
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