the woman in front of me
at the gas station line
was rude as could be
she cursed at the man who
tried to explain her card wasn’t working
in his broken english, the best he could do
as she stalked off, he was obviously upset
i told him to shrug it off and chalk it up to crazy
no need to sweat
i told him i knew her from work
i keep her kids
she’s always acting like a jerk
we laughed and i walked to my car
and thought how going through life so angry
can’t get you very far
and one more...
tomorrow is four years
i will be so sad.
even more sad than i am
three hundred sixty four other days a year.
but i am learning to find blessings
in the sad, so.
my intense emotion during basketball games
comes from him.
my finger-drumming during good songs
comes from him.
my don't-hold-back laughter
comes from him.
and my sadness tomorrow
just means
i miss you, dad. so much.
Because I read it last, {{hugs}} to you for today's anniversary. I lost my dad 4+ years ago.
ReplyDeleteClever how you captured life in the first poem; chronicling a story between two people, good guys and bad :).