as a tyke
I watched you
sway in the breeze
as you stood outside.
I would come to know you liked your whisky and beer.
The man I saw today was missing half his teeth.
How could I forget? The true mark of poverty and unlovingness
society inflicts on some
and not others.
My, how I loved and love those boys and men with the clearest blue
eyes. I never saw them smack a child. I never saw them hit a woman.
I never saw them have a fight with each other. Dad told me they did and
one of them was a mean man so I figure it was him. His eyes colored more to the
brown side than blue. All men of the same mother; she died after giving
birth to my father; thirteen in all; eleven lived for a while.
He the babe lived to bid all good-bye
how hard it was
to see the tears course
down his brown cheeks.
When he was laid off, he did not shed a tear.
When my mother was less than hospitable, he never groaned.
When his body began to disintegrate at age 40 because his telomeres were
old at his birth, he did not yell out in pain. In anger, yes.
They are all gone; all those men and most of the boys.
And, I am going too. My blue eyes becoming clearer every day and through the tears they sparkle too.