my dad needs a story

tell this elderly man, who is my dad
that he needs a story
about what it means to combat
loneliness in the order
of staying together, when life
has moved on
 
my mom was my dad’s
co-conspirator, in how to keep
crusty and comfortable

he never reads novels and definitely
not poetry, it is no good giving him
the Alchemist
 
but if life still lingers, in this conservative body
something about us that makes him stay behind
i will still ask him to learn
the sweetness of imagining
meeting mom again, for that first time
and telling her who he was, where he began
and where he wanted to go
how would he convince her, unconvinced then
what a gift their life would be

© lyw