Images of a Father's Love
I
My Papa's Waltz we read and watch
and know that Roethke's papa danced
him drunkenly around a room
and yet loves him in a way he
could not say--a way that made him
waltz each day in drunken stupor.
II
His small hand, even now, sometimes
finds its way to mine, and I'm made
speechless with the moment of it.
I would wrap him in water, roll him up
in clouds both white and grey.
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