He spoke poetry
He spoke love poems to me all the time
they were in his words
and his hands
his lips
and his body
and all the things he did
captured here
by me
in my poetry
I owned their stories
Still babes
I owned their stories
I could make him
their father
a bum
or
a prince
anything
I chose human
The tug of war
A tug of war
that never ends
children on one side
parents on the other
children growing up
pulling away
having their own lives
later
aging parents
now pulling
their end
trying to hold onto
theirs