Thursday, June 4, 2009

Poem for Thursday, June 4, 2009


The Family Table

The man has
bro
               ken
his bread and
bows his head

he
   looks

too soft to be a
war vet but
stern enough to
be a loving father

of
  a boy

too cold to be a
loving father and
angry enough to
be Cain

but
    can't

the man at least be
thankful for something
if nothing but a
single, lonely memory

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