Old wall


You once drew teddy bears, birds and fish
caricatures made by dragging a stick through the sand
you sang us lullabyes in Lithuanian
and made sure we knew we descend from royal blood

you were the load bearing wall holding up the house
keeping security and order with love in our family
then by time’s erroding misfortunes
we boys gre old, as did you
teenage boys bring their troubles
as to lay-offs and life in general

Now mother works two jobs a day
your sons have both been graduated
the gray whiskers on your face
each stand as witnesses to your strife
I hope that we can make you proud

Despite having been defeated early on
you managed to keep a smile on your face
though the old wall is not as sturdy anymore
its story and presence are a lesson and a comfort
There I will hang my pictures of your drawings in the sand


3 Responses to “Old wall”

  1. A touching homage… I’m sure he’s proud.

  2. slpmartin said

    Our memories define so much of who we are today and how we view the world…so many gifts from those who loved and nurtured us. Thanks for sharing this with me.

    • Vic said

      Joseph: Thanks. When we sit together in the afterlife, maybe we’ll be able to address how our lives played out.
      Martin: I’m glad you enjoyed it. It is a very personal experience to write like that. Thanks for your kind words.

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