You bore me into your absence. At 52, I see you as clearly as one might. The oldest son of an abusive, alcoholic father. You carry his name, and his father’s before him. You held the hands of younger brothers as you walked down the hall to visit your mother who was recovering from yet another still birth. You built a moat and castled all of this.
i carry a father
i carry a father
i carry a father
You bore me into your absence. At 52, I see you as clearly as one might. The oldest son of an abusive, alcoholic father. You carry his name, and his father’s before him. You held the hands of younger brothers as you walked down the hall to visit your mother who was recovering from yet another still birth. You built a moat and castled all of this.