the glass and the bowl
the father pours the milk from his glass
into the cup of the child,
and as the child drinks the whiteness, opening
her throat to the good taste eagerly,
the father is filled.
he closes the refrigerator
on its light,
he walks out under the bowl of frozen darkness
and nothing seems withheld from him.
overhead, the burst of ropes of stars,
the buckets of craters,
the chaos of heaven,
absence of refuge in the design.
yet down here,
his daughter
in her quilts,
under patterns of diamonds and novas,
full of rich milk,
sleeping.
baptism of desire:poems
i miss you dad.
and the way you fill me completely even from
beyond this world.
xoxo
postcards from paradise
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What a wonderful way to honor your dad!
Posted by: magicalmysticalteacher | June 16, 2013 at 08:00 AM
such a lovely poem.
We all miss our Daddys,
the ones gone before us...
this day and everyday.
Posted by: Deb Taylor | June 16, 2013 at 08:38 AM
Beautiful post Rebecca.
Happy Sunday!
Ruby
Posted by: Forest Dream Weaver | June 16, 2013 at 09:10 AM
I'm joining you with a tribute to the dads in my life. . . . Love you, Rebecca..
Posted by: Meri @ Meri's Musings | June 16, 2013 at 09:39 AM
What a beautiful tribute to your father! Mine, gone almost 40 years, still lives in my heart and in my imagination!
Posted by: Wabi Sabi | June 16, 2013 at 10:54 AM
Beautiful tribute to your Dad. I miss my Dad too.:)
Posted by: gloria | June 17, 2013 at 08:20 AM