poem

 Father ' s DayLooking through old pictures of my sonHe looks sullen and snide, lip curled,Eyes squinted like he ’s aiming a dartAt everyone ’s invisible bullseyeLook at that little assholePeople would saySomeone needs to wipe That smirk off his faceBut I know the truth:His little world riven in half,Mom and dad nightly fightingAlways at one another ’s throatsSo we had to get our shit together,Mom and dad, even the boy himself.Now when he cracks a smile In pictures he means itAnd so the cycle goes onBoys grow into menSons become dads makingAnd breaking such fragile delicaciesAlong the way.Each little family doing their bestTo expunge the anger and sorrowThey ’ve inadvertently brought into the world 6/18/23

Source: Buckeye Surgeon - June 18, 2023 Category: Surgery Authors: Jeffrey Parks MD FACS Source Type: blogs