Where my father slept

Portrait by Molly Harris. 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