thoughts of family / my father

my father

i believe?

i sit here
opposite
my father.
child.
youth.
man.
they are
fifty
years.
i
see
a
child.
so small, boyish, lovable.
smiling.
hair
combed
to the side.
cheeks
that can not resist
a pinch.
skin smooth.
pure.
three
buttons.
no more are needed.
shoulders ever so.
hunched.
even then.
this is
my father.
i
believe?

i know.

i
see
a
young
man
graduating.
a
future
behind those blue eyes.
how i wished
i'd had
those.
blue.
a smile?
beneathe.
a
cool face.
jaw line os
defined,
unique,
to me.
i see
my brother...my sister...
myself.
here.
there.
him.
who is who?
this is
my father.
i
know.

will i ever be?

i
see
a
man.
loved.
father
of three.
husband
of only
one.
skin aged.
quietly.
hair still full.
combed.
brow
to be
respected.
a well
of knowledge,
of care, logic.
the bottom line.
his own.
he does not
smile,
but
i can
hear, perfectly,
his laugh.
his
few words
are
priceless
to my ears.
dear God!
i
see
so
much.
will i ever
be
my father?