Reflections of My Father

Old.

In him I see
Reflections of my father
And the way he used to get.
The way he used to be.
It was always just
That one glass a day.

But let’s cut to the chase
Because this is not some
Disguised metaphor.

It’s not my father’s drinking
That causes this precarious situation;
It’s yours.
And I’m in this for the long haul
With the good, the bad, and the ugly;
I just wish the ugly weren’t so
Voluntarily inaugurated.

I’m left with this feeling
Of dolour.
Of discomfiture.
Of heartache.
And I can’t wait to see the day
That you grow out of this.

In him I see
Reflections of my father
And the way he used to get.

Reviews

[Circe]

I'm too scared to find out... did he grow out of it? you have an amazing command of language, very good early piece... certainly made my heart heavy for you.