My Patterns:
Sunday, September 2nd, 2007My Patterns:
by John O’Brien, Jr.
My patterns, my soul
like my Grandfather before me?
I don’t know those paternal and maternal roots of my tree
each was snuffed by the deadly, unaimed wheel
A missile guided by booze
cutoff in mid-bloom
I am my father
and my mother.
The never met expectations and negativity
the laughter and openness
spirituality and generosity binding all
My father never took […]