My Father                                                        Mattia Mason

Pulled the last of year’s memories
Is bare now.
The Ground is cold,
Flames pound out of my chest,
Then in the corner of my eye
A cardinal vanishes
Icy weather tingles on my skin!

I walked beside my father,
Among the windfall,
I still see him,
That way braced in Life!
My mind spun crazily, my eyes glistening,
As I gazed upon my father’s face.

It was my father,
As he was waving to me,
Calling to him, I smiled.
Flickering Christmas lights,
Shade the room.

Steaming windows as frost covered it,
And my own loneliness consumed me.
What more could I have?
I want him!

I was in his house.
His wife carried his secrets,
His daughter and son
Went out for the night.

As the moon swung bare,
Walls around the house scared my thoughts.
We had dinner and I enjoyed the countryside.
He took everything away from me.
There was some talk,
My friend said nothing to me in his eyes.
Human ears only knew what?
They were like loud crows,
Gossip, gossip!
Shook it out of their faces.
They can go, okay!
Wine in the air
Like your best poetry
Was pressed!