(I wrote this for my father for Christmas.)
Father,
you've always been
my Zeus,
at times with magnificent rage
others to my mortal defense.
I aged with resentment
so I would not be
you,
but it was something
unavoidable.
And now I am a man.
I like this man,
this man likes me.
If not for you, father,
if not for your constant
parenting, I would
certainly be a vagrant, clothes
unchanged,
begging for change.
At best, I'd be unhappy.
I've been
learning to survive with your
help, always.
I notice how we imitate
the same
tune,
the rhythm awkward,
key of F-sharp.
