What did I inherit from my Dad?
Some people say I remind them of him!
But as I look at myself in the mirror
I see no similarity, maybe I just can’t tell!
He was always a story of past remembrances
of the story of Dad and son, repeated every time
in the hallways of history, recountable raconteuring in silence
There are no myths in the Old Testament, even in recollections!
I chose to remember, with the pain of crimes against me and my beautiful Dad!
I have had the stars speak to me in their silent stationery motion,
discerning the speed of their movement and the speed of their light
Do you think I only eavesdropped into the past?
Most people are somnambulistic, but I am not!
I carefully picked out my way!
A fortune teller told me, once back, that I should marry,
if I want my Dad back!
But I could never dream of having my Dad back
without my True Love begetting him for me!
So, I did not marry, because my true love came
only as an infant when I was of marriageable age!
So, I left the incompleteness in an incompleteness
to be repleted at another unexpected, expected time in destiny!
I remember, one evening, in my late teens,
I was lying beside my Dad, sensing the death in his bones
And I was feeling restless, like a cloud in a storm
And my Dad took me in his arms to still me
So I slept, with the night in reckonings, in his arms
I dreamt of my True Love then; and I was extremely saddened that night
That she would come too late…,
and was I left to measure the distances of all the time- and space-gaps between
my Dad, my True Love and me?!
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