Thursday, 14 October
Another poem from Luke arrived this morning. As promised, there are no
accompanying photographs this time.
Fatherhood
I have been pierced
But I do not bleed.
There is a stranger in my mind
With his feet on the couch
And his hands on my eyes.
He abandons me too often.
Leaves with no explanation
And like the flowers by the hospital bed
We die together.
Some secrets you should never tell
And some questions you should never ask,
So stand aside
And let him pass.
I have been pierced
But I do not bleed.
There is a stranger in my mind
With his feet on the couch
And his hands on my eyes.
He abandons me too often.
Leaves with no explanation
And like the flowers by the hospital bed
We die together.
Some secrets you should never tell
And some questions you should never ask,
So stand aside
And let him pass.
