Ode to My Father

I remember my father Scolding me “Don’t do that” And in that don’t There are a lot of dos Enough for a million vows Where an invisible bond is mightier Than the vow between man and woman. A bond of gamete and gamete donor. How a bald-headed man Makes a verb – do – do…

Dad (For Father’s Day)

A hero unsung in lip Unsuckled in breast Unpreserved in womb The winner of loaves In the currency of dough Feeding love-crumbs An unconditional donor Of what is immeasurable In sweat-dew’s worth Despite the condition Of being always Anatomically-unbridged The perennial biological pariah Who will linger in silence and shade As love’s messiah