You call me to discuss
the sins of our father.
Your voice
reminds me of another time.
We are older now,
I am older (maybe wiser).
I offer tape to fix
your heart, a feeble
attempt I know,
but it’s the only way
I know, I have a lot
to learn, especially about
a slow division in love.
-alma henderson
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Poetry. Show all posts
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
You Call Me
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