Yes, it is me, in a “Bargearse” T shirt
and cut-off jeans – feeling refreshed
from an hour the spa; it was a joke
from sons whom I never lost faith in
they both rang today – no particular
reason, perhaps to say all’s well but
I already knew the lay of their land;
they impress as new fathers
it is a connection I never made with
my Dad except as courtesy – as if to
say I love you but you don’t have to
squirm too openly or reply real soon
my boys don’t rest on ceremony and
their daughters consume rich love as
sustenance with no holds barred – I
dine on their unwrapped honesty
© 29 April, 2010, I. D. Carswell
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