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Father, Again, Peering
The final years dear Mother she
was never, well, what actors call "on location."
Physically, of course, we found her
everywhere:
the parlor reading,
the kitchen ironing,
the basement weeping,
unlike Father whom we never found
though he was always there.
On Sundays when he went to Mass,
he'd stay behind, peering.
Like Queeg, he'd stare
from under or behind
whatever he wasn't
hiding in front of.
poem
by
Donal Mahoney
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