I remember a show on television
called Room 222. Dad thought
Karen Valentine, the star, was cute
and so I did too figuring that
like everything else, Dad just knew.
This morning I stepped on the scale
and saw 222 under me. Dad is much,
much heavier, but this is not a way
I want to emulate him. It is the thing
about him over which I worry most.
So I took myself out for a run and walk
thinking that if I can just run far enough,
he and I will slim down to the shapes we had
when Karen Valentine taught in room 222,
when Dad was a man who would live forever
and always watch over me.
March 29, 2007 at 9:25 am
This is excellent, i like how you tie everything up and relate it back to the beginning.
March 29, 2007 at 12:28 pm
A very touching poem about father and son. Numbers bring up interesting images don’t they? I remember that show, Room 222.
March 29, 2007 at 9:08 pm
“…if I can just run far enough…” a haunting thought.
March 29, 2007 at 11:43 pm
Isn’t it strange how Tv brings us back to our childhood. When I was little, all I wanted was to be bigger…well safe to say, those days are gone!
March 31, 2007 at 10:21 pm
I love the simple, but evocative, prose. Human, touching.
April 2, 2007 at 10:08 pm
This is a touching poem, I wanted you to run far enough.
April 11, 2007 at 5:03 pm
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