A Father’s Fix


I’m fixing Laura’s boat:

the ropes are frayed

and the rudder snapped.

Candles and kiddies glue

should disguise the break.

I’m fixing Laura’s boat

I’m making sure the sail can’t rip;

testing the mast for solidity.

I’m fixing Laura’s boat so that,

with a mother’s gentle might,

the breeze can grasp the yellow sail

and drag it through the yawning pond

to reunite with me.

I’m fixing Laura’s boat

in lieu of her.

Complexities of Life, An Anthology of Poetry; Dogma Publications; 2004; Ed. Mark Lane


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