father’s day
teeth missing
from the pocket comb
piano practice
in the room above me
my father shouting
Roberta Beary
– “father’s day” — The Heron’s Nest (Vol. VII, June 2005); “piano practice” — New Resonance 2; Woodnotes 31
two lines in the water . . .
not a word between
father and son
his vomit wiped up
my bowl of wheaties
soggy now…. by Randy Brooks from School’s Out (Press Here, 1999)
prayers over
dad’s casket descends
through a maze of severed roots
“red hots!”
for an instant i’m ten
and
father’s still alive
……… by ed markowski
Father’s Day
she tells me
I’m not the father
Christmas Day
the exchange
of custody
… by John Stevenson– “Christmas Day” – Some of the Silence; “Father’s Day” – Quiet Enough
putting on my socks
–
that little grunt
dad always madealmost sunset
the weekend dad
drags a sled up the hill………….… by dagosan
“putting on my socks” – Frogpond (XXVIII: 2, 2005); inside the mirror: The Red Moon Anthology 2005
“almost sunset” – Frogpond XXIX: 2 (2006)
old passport
the tug
of my father’s smile
………….. by Yu Chang – Upstate Dim Sum (2001/II); The Loose Thread: RMA 2001
sick in bed –
my son pelts the window
with snowballs
spring sun-
high in his arms
the newborn is shown
… byTom Clausen, – Homework (Snapshot Press 2000)
first breath
after the cesarean
my son’s birthopening day
in separate bleacher’s
the boy’s parents………. by w.f. owen – Haiku Notebook (2007)
potluck
No time for punditry or gossip today — gotta drive to Rochester
to see my Dad. He’s 86, and might not be going strong, but he’s still ticking.
dave,
nice father’s day display.
ed
nightfall
the dalmations become
one spot
Comment by ed markowski — June 19, 2005 @ 4:25 pm