A conversation with my father
“When’s the last time you prayed.”
cupping a fatally injured robin as gently as I would rainwater. I prayed for it not to die.
“I don't know a few days ago.”
“You know you can talk to me about anything.”
I want to tell you about the dying robin and how all my half-hearted prayers are just apologies.
But the mantra you raised me with, spare the rod spoil the child, still rings in my ears.
I want to tell you about all the times I've tried to get you to understand how much I do not—
“I know.”
Posted Jan 20, 2022, 2:16 AM UTC
Incredibly evocative piece. I have a hard time communicating with my dad, and this really hits something for me. In particular I love that the set dressing of the poem is prayer and loss. Such personal things, but things that family feels are owed to them. The second last line implying a flood of things you want to say, only to be cut off by/ignored in favour of a simple outward phrase? So good!!