FATHER WAS
Father was digging post holes
and barbecuing,
Killing snails and painting
cabinets.
Father was taking the hook
out of your jacket, and
unsnapping
your line.
Father was building doghouses,
and letting you drink a little
beer
while Mama wasn't looking.
Father was the guy that put up
pickles and slipped you some gum
on the side.
Father was forgetting to pick
you up at the party, and buying
you a sucker on the way home.
Father was planting potatoes
and letting you put the eyes in
the holes.
Father was who you asked
first if you wanted to go
grasshopper hunting, because you
knew Mama was scared of snakes.
Father was superman until
you were thirteen, when he
suddenly
became Moses.
--Michael Babel, ARENA 1977
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