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.
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I love this. It makes me want to laugh and cry at the same time. It's perfect!
ReplyDeleteThanks, Mary. I never write poetry, but this one kind of wrote itself.
ReplyDeleteIt's due to appear along with a short story of mine in the next issue of Blue Moon Literary Review.