Joyce tells us about a father-daughter relationship in this poem. An exclusive for Different Truths.
impossible to solve
the riddle of why his mother
gave him to the nuns
their faded eyebrows
pinched like clothes pins
around each forbidden thought
his old life lost
impossible to fix
the broken light switch
the leaky sink
impossible to hear Beethoven’s 9th
above the noise of neighbors bellowing up the airshaft
and junkies falling down the stairs
impossible to swallow
any more pride
when you’re crippled inside
unable to provide
he took his wife to the beach
out there stroking
through the green salty waves
the rip tide was nothing
compared to the pity in her smile
twelve years later
he waited by the lake in Central Park
his daughter’s stride now as long as his own
among the broken boats
yes, I have girl friends
he answered
but they don’t understand why I swim
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Loved it Joyce 🙂