Sunday, April 13, 2008

NaPoWriMo 13

My father wouldn't
give anything back,
like trying to see my reflection
in a planked-up door.
Home from college,
I pelted him with silverware.
He didn't flinch.
He just looked at me.

When I asked my mother,
what does dad say
about moving
to the retirement community?
She said,
"He just looked at me."

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