How I miss my father
I wish he had not been
so tired
when I was
born.
Writing deposit slips and cheques
I think of him.
He taught me how
This is the form,
he must have said:
the way it is done.
I learned to see
bits of paper
as a way
to escape
the life e knew
and even in high school
had a savings
account.
He taught me
telling the truth...