orphan child

April 3, 2010 at 3:46 am Leave a comment

Hey grandpa
is it true?
did she drop you off
at the orphanage
like an old unwanted shoe
at a consignment store?
Did you forgive her, ever
and if so, how long did it take?

Don’t know if it matters
but your son’s wife disinherited me
five years ago,
give or take a few
and I can’t help wondering if it means
that a family pattern repeated itself.
Change a detail here
or there
and what you’ve got is
one heck of an unfriendly family

You weren’t no saint either,
if my father’s memory is anything to go by.
Then again, there’s no such thing as saints
only broken soldiers, fighting one-armed
for a piece of their unblemished soul.

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