Fathers Day

 

I sat in

the

back row sweltering heat

while the lay minister

practiced on us

going on way to long to the menagerie

of home deprived hungrys

that waited for the

free meal

Pizza today I guess

nobody cared

to cook on Fathers Day

It might have gotten me down

since it has been a lifetime

without me having seen

the kids

but instead I watched as a

daughter

leaned toward her Father

toes tippying neck stretching and lips pursed at the ready

and he bent his head toward her and

at the second that the lips of those two generations

was about to make love affirming contact

Dad pulls away

She sets up again and again he pulls away

the sweet child postures pretending to be deeply hurt and

finally daddy leans in with a kiss

and she forgives it all