I saw my Dad today,
He was burning down the road by the river in his white mustang,
Pressed a cigarette charred almost all the way down to his lips,
while the hard sweet sounds of a steel string guitar were blared through the stereo,
wrapped itself in smoke and crawled out the window
lingering by the side of the road long after the car had disappeared.
I saw my Dad today,
He was sitting at the bedside of an old neighbour that he heard was in hospital,
She was feeling poorly and telling him of the lives and happenings of everyone in her life,
He was asking her how’s her bills going?
She said she didn’t know how she was gonna pay her rent,
He said don’t worry about it… “I’ll take care of it.”
I saw my Dad today
He was hot, dirty and bloody and barrelling back to his camp,
Leaving a battalion of fresh young boys behind him, they weren’t moving anymore.
He had murder in his eyes and fire in his breath
as he searched for a man soon to have appreciation for the consequences of his decisions,
In a tropical paradise, de-evolved.
Today I saw my Dad
He was sitting in the middle of a brown lounge
a cigarette was burned off in his fingers
a shot mug of whisky sat on the crowded coffee table in front of him,
His eyes were squinted shut, the sound he made was nothing but a wheeze
as his round shoulder shook with laughter and tears squeezed out and ran down his face.
Today I saw my Dad,
He was thin, bony and changed,
His eyes lit up as I walked in the room,
and I love yous were spoken without voice from behind a mask
written in his eyes, and in shaky hand on a piece of scrap-paper
along with water, popsicle, and turn over.
Today I saw a man in a box, but I didn’t see my Dad.
I see my Dad
In a million faces including mine,
he is driving, laughing, complaining, he is admiring that thick girl’s ass,
he is scattered in pieces that number immense,
and rests in my head in my heart
in smiles, laughter and tears.
Christina Donoghue 19/06/2017