My 90-year-old Grandmother commented
on a poem that I dedicated to my father-
“No comment–Not sure what to say.”
Which was brilliant.
Though my father was not her son,
she felt my agony. She knows the man
her daughter had married
and loved at one point,
is now dead.
And she is not.
I found my Grandmother’s comment
to be oddly comforting.
Above my office window, stand three letters.
I placed them
As if they don’t matter and can be
moved at any moment.
to be hidden.
Or to charm.
My son picked them out while
visiting my mother in Masshachussetts.
He painted them blue and red.
It was father’s day weekend.
We dropped Gavin off at my mother’s house.
And drove away,.
while I and Megan went to my father’s celebration of life.
I was sick that weekend. I’m not sure what it was.
But I do like looking out my office window and seeing
as I look up
I will not let you down, Gavin.