Twelve Ways of Looking at My Dad

October 18, 2017
By mailletalitha BRONZE, Exeter, New Hampshire
mailletalitha BRONZE, Exeter, New Hampshire
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At first, he loved me
but something in my dad
must have changed,
you see.

 

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He used to be
someone I could forgive,
someone I could trust,
my dad was once
even made of stardust.

 

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He was my source
of strength,
my dad was my inspiration, of course.

 

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Once loyal,
my dad was devoted.
He was honest, caring,
he taught me how to be daring.

 

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Thursday, January sixth,
the dismal day,
my vision
of my dad
first collapsed,
because of just one decision.

 

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Lack of patience,
he slowly pulled away.
Little did I know,
my dad wouldn’t be here to stay.

 

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His heart diminished,
his morals lost,
my dad chose dominance,
power at all costs.

 

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He fled without warning.
March first,
my dad left,
our hearts swarming.

 

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He used to keep in touch,
with impersonated affection,
my dad was deceitful,
hiding his ash grey demeanor too much.

 

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Brainwashed,
he convinced himself,
it’s my fault.
My dad still says
he loves me,
a  lie, in and of itself.

 

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He tells me
to live scared.
My dad
claims I burned the wrong bridges,
my baby sister, a comrade.

 

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At times, I miss him.
I yearn to hear his voice,
and despite the late night cries,
I still crave
my dad,
and his piercing blue eyes.


The author's comments:

Inspired by Wallace Stevens' "Thirteen Ways of Looking at a Blackbird"


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