What would I say to my father
should he pop up like a ghost from the past?
I want to know where you were when I needed you.
I wait for his answer, to pounce,
to shoot him down in flames.
“It was the war, sweetheart.”
That deserved a slap. My hand itched
but I didn’t move to land it.
“Have you ever heard of writing a letter?
Sending a photo that I could identify myself with?”
“Time,” he told me, “Life, gets in the way…”
With an ocean between us, it must
have been easy to forget the things done
when age hampers the mind.
His voice, absent throughout my life
Still nothing much to say, now he is in front of me
It would have been nice, growing up
to know which part of my face belonged to you.
My mother did say I had your bottom lip
which isn’t much to go on.
What part of my mind, is from your DNA?
I am left to wonder. There is no answer.
Maybe you truly are a ghost
with no trace left behind…
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