My Father’s Son

I never knew
my father’s son.
Even though
I met him once,
or maybe twice, 
I never knew him.

And then I met
his son. 
Caught him 
in a net.
Held on to him 

And, I found
that he hadn’t left early,
my father’s son.
He’d waited for me,
for a long time.

And so I found him,
my father’s son.
When he was 
just ninety six,
I found him.
But I was too late
to know him.

At ninety five,
he was already dead.

So I never knew him,
my father’s son.

First published in Scarlet Leaf Review, May 2016


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