my mother is old, my father older
the hopes in my heart older too
I will them to come back daily
the way every day shows
the way every day shows us
loved ones and love come and go
they go where? are gone how?
go ahead and tell me, though
I won't want to know
really won't want to know
how details rip truth like velcro
float in water like a miracle
or a corpse or an insect
I think it's a window
and like a window
in each story where we're still alive
it is not the vertigo of certainty
telling the usual ways of love
at times, mourning knows
only mourning knows
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Pic: Father's Day blooper reel. Big A's tee says "Doodfather" because he's a very indulgent dog (goldendoodle) dad. Max and Huck just couldn't stay still. I talked to my dad early in the morning... I miss him a bit extra because he's not up for (is just too old for) 24-hour travel and is not coming later this month with my mom and sis.
6 comments:
Oh I love that poem, Maya.
I'm sorry the travel is too much for your dad - understandable though. It will be so great to have your mom and sister visit!
Enjoy
I'm sorry your dad won't be able to make the trip. It is a taxing journey so I totally get it! I love the Father's Day photos! And the poem is gorgeous!
Beautiful, Maya! And- Big A is definitely an indulgent dog dad!
This is beautiful, eloquent and powerful, Maya. I've read it over several times. It touches especially following the death of a longtime, dear friend last week. I'm so very grateful your mom and sister can visit and only wish your dad could be there too. As for the photos, they are wonderful!
"how details rip truth like velcro"
This line is so strong and resonates so much within me.
I'm sorry your father can't come visit. That's disappointing (yet so understandable).
These photos are just perfect.
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