Where my father slept
Words by Rory Harris
The Father
it was a good
day for your funeral
overcast & damp
I couldn’t just
step outside
for a cigarette
someone you never
met gave me an A plus
for your eulogy
that’s teacher talk
for better than average
you were better than average
most of the time
as in those moments
of infinite grace
when you ruffled
a cow-lick head of childhood