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by Kathleen Wilson

my father played
the house

by nightfall's bedtime
sang my bonnie

ocean came back
at his call I knew it

it was his leaving that slammed
the loudest door

sudden disappearance
of the hero

I understood
nothing

and old sounds were hard
to remember

as soon as he left
I left

he taught me
the moves

years later suddenly
he called and said where

can I meet you
I said in front

of the old house
proof of identity I said

he could only say
yes

I met him there by creaking gate
at old sounds place

a solitary odd reunion
and now

the impossible
return

03/18/2009

Author's Note: inspired by the Art of Cindy Rinne

Posted on 03/18/2009
Copyright © 2024 Kathleen Wilson

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Brian Francis on 03/21/09 at 08:31 PM

Hmmm, Brimming with emotion and apprehension. Love it. Great work. --bf

Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 03/29/09 at 07:34 PM

"...he taught me the moves"...oh yes, I get that, and this is quite a story, your fine ideas here make for a memorable poem. Delighted. Thanks.

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