Images of a Father's Love
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.
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.