Enero, 16

While you are a lump
I’ll chose to read you
not Green Eggs & Ham
but spiritual texts.
I’ll read the Bible,
the Upanishads.
Shakespeake and Rumi.
We will work our way
to Harry Potter,
Elmo, Judy Bloom.
And by your eighteenth
birthday, you will say,
I recall my Dad’s
voice reading these hymns
to me, ungrateful
lump though I may be.

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