Someday, My Turn
I’d never seen dad
cry before, his sobbing after
a night of boozing, remembering
hard times in World War 11, of
friends dying, coming home to
lost jobs with success for those who
didn’t sign-up. At night with mom
finding it easier to let go, ashamed
to admit he’s just a man and one day I’ll
have this same go at my own
limitations, and maybe
have a good cry too.
© 2009 Richard L. Provencher
