It is not even the month before the one of Fathers’ Day. Yet, my reflections today are about fatherhood. That state of being for a man enters my mind in severity at least every time my daughter sees her father. Today is the day after one of those occasions. Two statements on the subject had actually attracted my attention long time ago. One, from an anonymous source: “Any man can be a father. It takes someone special to be a dad.” The other, a Shakespearean quote: “It is a wise father that knows his own child.”
Of course, the same is true for mothers but my thoughts today dwell only on the “father” and in lyrical form, at that.
before the divorce already
the siblings’ sole concern
the brother’s lack of a wife
someone gets found
another stashed away
by a friend
just in case…
where was the “father”?
after the daughter left for abroad
once her marriage news was in
her husband’s information came about
upon their settlement back in town?
she, no longer afar
with years adding to years
precious time passing all by
still, in full rejection of him
thus, of the daughter as well
how does she survive
what does she need
is she happy
does he treat her well
the siblings question in surprise
what bad did your father ever do?
I ask:
what is he now willing and able to do
to deserve a daughter like you
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