Wednesday, December 01, 2010
I bought this pin this morning.
Wanted to let you know.
It is a wishbone pin, Dad.
I bought it for myself
because today is your birthday.
Bet you thought I didn't remember.
For so many years
I always meant to call,
but I never knew what to say.
I was 8 and
my first memory of you was how you hung
wishbones on your
chandelier to dry.
And you took one down
and we each held the delicate bone
(always pulling in opposite directions)
and made a secret wish together.
I remember I got the larger piece,
so my wish was supposed to come true.
But it just never did.
And now you are gone from me
You left without saying
Left me with nothing.
but this dead birthday phone call
and this damn