Paterfamilias
- Teresa Durran
- Jun 19, 2019
- 1 min read
My steps are dad dogged. He lands
Beyond the tip of my tongue; he stands
And silently he follows me.
A shadow between think and feel
In my eye crook, where I can’t quite see.
Trailing, translucent but real
His face says something about repentance;
His appearance brings absolution, acceptance.
He says ‘Love will visit this house, this heart
Because why wouldn’t it?
The universe will bend to bring this
Because how couldn’t it?’
©Teresa Durran 190616
