Winter 1986 • Vol. VIII No. 1 Home Movies: Poems |

Home Movies: My Father Holding Things in His Arms

Pulls up under the porte cochere in a taxi,the back door opens, the Captain steps out, in uniform,Granny is the first to embrace him,my sister and I are standing in line,that's all I remember, and then later, at the funeral home,I'm wearing a blue serge suit, short pants, matching cap,broad white collar outside, little wings, he reaches down, lifting me up by the armpits.He's just come from across the roomwhere she is, against the wall,set in flowers.Here in the door is as far as we're going.He holds me up to say good-bye. For the rest of his life he tried hard to make amends,I tried hard to let him.

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