Father’s Day and Mother’s Day
By Catherine Lim
Today is Father’s Day
His turn to visit me.
Last week was
Mother’s.
I hope it will be all
right
Today.
It wasen’t all right
last week.
So later Mother said,
“Why didn’t you tell
me
He was coming?”
She slammed out
As he came in.
And Father said,
“Why didn’t you tell
me
She was coming?”
But he didn’t slam
out,
He still held me
close.
So now they’re
properly marked on the calendar,
Father’s Days and
Mother’s Days,
So there won’t be any
more confusion,
The telephone helps,
thank God;
I never forget to
ring Mother
To tell her of
Father’s Day;
And I never forget to
ring Father
To tell him of
Mother’s Day;
So that they will
never, will never
Have to look at each
other again.
And reproach me
For my neglect
Father’s Day
Mother’s Day
How can they be
Days of celebration?
by Cyril Wong
Mother cried softly
to herself afterwards,
while sister pretended
nothing was happening
and dumped her boyfriend
on the phone
while I sat before
the computer and built
a poem like a fire.
first stoking, then rising
to enter it, while father
fled this burning house
like an arsonist
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