on these lines alone:

i never celebrated that moment
'cause i never fully believed in it

until years later,
when the old man
stood in my home
--more hair on his shoulders than on his head--
smiling,
as he gazed upon a wall
decorated by evidence of my journeys
and adorned with articulations of the place
i had carved for myself in the history of this world;
he extended his hand toward mine
not to shake it,
but to ask for help walking to his car.


I'm at a loss on exactly what you speak of here.. I had many readings of the piece.. say for instance the first meaning, I thought you were referring to your father as being god-like, or actually god himself... and you, as a child was not only trying to live up to your father, but to God as well.. the second reading, I pulled that.. maybe you wanted to be God, and that's why the constant competition took place between the two of you... either way, I dug how you seem to pull the reader (myself) in with the language as well as the story-telling method you used.. ahh.. yes, we shall converse about this one. Peace~


thanks for
up every morning.
©delsbrothergeorge