Monday, March 15, 2010

My Father and Robert Frost

My Father and Robert Frost/Les Edgerton

One day
I found a volume of poetry by Robert Frost
in the prison library at Pendleton
and checked it out.

Back in my cell, I read:
Home is the place where, when you want to go there, they have to take you in.

When I made parole, I called my mom to tell her my good news.
I found out that my dad had never read Robert Frost.

At least not that poem.


Mary said...

I love this. It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. It's perfect!

Les Edgerton said...

Thanks, Mary. I never write poetry, but this one kind of wrote itself.

It's due to appear along with a short story of mine in the next issue of Blue Moon Literary Review.