Pot Belly Stove
The old round tin tub
That lay next to the pot belly stove
Where mother washed our clothes and bodies
Has long since rusted.
Father stays at home now
But he didn't when Mother was there.
I stood by the phone, thinking of football
A voice told me to call home.
My father answered the phone
We hadn't spoken in thirteen years
His voice was not as strong as I remembered
And the two or three minute talk, the longest ever.
I am not the boy he knew then.
I am not the boy I knew then.
He is not the father I feared years ago
He is not the father I hated
When I saw him out with girls my age
Leaving Mother at home.
Today I forgave him.
I don't hate him anymore.
He is old now and dying.
It was the last chance to hear each other.
Original aus: Spoon Jackson: Longer Ago. 2010 (Lulu)
Spoon Jacksen: engl. Auswahl, Versensporn 11, 2013 (Jena)
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