Write your memories to celebrate Father's Day.
Tie the Memories
I let go of a yellow balloon
my father puffed to life
then linked to my wrist.
When I untied it
the balloon wriggled
and my fingers clutched air.
We watched it float above
the limbs of sycamores
into circus animal clouds.
“Why?” I asked.
He smiled at
yet another question
and explained gravity.
We
found merry-go-rounds
in Paris and Kyoto.
Laughed atop Ferris wheel
stuck in Brighton beach.
“Why?”
I asked
When I
burned the lamb chops
in adolescent heart break.
He suggested more mint jelly.
No
answers in corridors
gray as shrouds
when his twilight spread.
I let go the string,
this tug more desperate
than his breath.
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