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.