A poem I wrote about my father. |
POACHED EGGS AND CORNED BEEF HASH Dragon James remembers When his whole world was his house and his school and the daydreams in between strapped in the back seat and his father pulled all the strings his father was a god and a magician and a genius and a super hero. While little Dragon James cried at scraped knees or puzzled over algebra his father could read any word and solve any problem and lift any box or piece of furniture and reach any shelf and he could throw Dragon James into the air so high he must have been the strongest man in the world. So Dragon James knew that to be a man all he had to do was be like dad so he liked what dad liked and he got astonished looks from the waiter when he skipped the children's menu ordered corned beef hash and poached eggs at age seven but he'd just shrug his shoulders and shoot his dad a knowing look and say with pride, 'I can't help it. That's what I like.' And Dragon James grew up and his dad became a mortal man not so smart and not so strong and not so perfect anymore but Dragon James knew that his dad would always be his dad and Dragon James would always love poached eggs and corned beef hash. |