Gary Blankenship - USA

The Father Poem

I have no father
poem.  Blood or step.

I have
no mother poem,
though I should. She
canned pickles and spoke
her mind.

I have a grandfather
poem  - where
his barn burns when he no longer
owns the barn.

I have a grandmother
poem. She was a saint
and raised seventeen children
on chicory and buttermilk biscuits.

I have started a poem
about my children. They will not
write a father poem.