To a Father Leaving Home

This poem is a response to a writing prompt from my poetry class. We were prompted to write a counterfeit poem, or a “poetic forgery.” The poem I imitated is “To a Daughter Leaving Home” by Linda Pastan and can be found here.

When you taught me

at five to ride

a bicycle, loping along

beside you

as I wobbled away

everything seemed perfect

until I turned around

and you were no longer

there; I kept waiting

for the thud of my crash and I

waited for you to sprint

and catch up,

while you grew smaller, I, more breakable,

with distance,

pumping, pumping

for your love, screaming

with anguish,

the hair flapping

behind you like a

handkerchief waving



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