In Debra's Kitchen - Selected Poems by Debra Lee Cathcart
Father and Son, by Cat Stevens on the radio, made me cry,
Not for me, but for the son you may not have..
"you will be here tomorrow, but your dreams may not."
Struck a chord so deep in my heart.
I'm always filled with wonder and that may be
A good thing or not, but the wonder consumes me
sometimes, wondering about you,
the mysterious man of few, but poignant words.
I tread water carefully these days, not
wanting to be pulled down by the undercurrent
unspoken, words run under the surface
hurtful and deep, perhaps unintended.
It seems you're sailing a different ocean,
a world away and actions another day
apart, and I'm seasick with fear,
that comes with uncharted waters.
But your words of honesty and discontent
I can see and hear and can understand,now
Our life together is so disparate, fragmented
by my time, your time and no time left for us.
I want picnics and sandwiches, laying
on your chest in the park on a blanket.
I want a house for us ,and a life together
and for this buffeting wind to stop..
And I want it with all my heart.