the old man

by e. h. - Libra

my father 
misspells my
name

(the same name
as his own)

i lay the
letter
on my bed
beside me

and think...

somehow the daggers
feel less personal
like that

harder to hit 
your aim
when you never
knew them
in the first place

and one day
soon
my name will
change

and his 
misspellings
will become
comical

and maybe
almost
forgivable.

Birth sign: Libra
Date created: 2005-03-12 14:31:04
Last updated: 2021-03-03 14:46:48
Poem ID: 70683

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