L O O K

Hope we’re having a heaven so
I’ll look and
Daddy can call out, (& it won’t hurt)
He’ll look just like he just got home from work,
“There’s my angry young man”.
We’d have it out;
My young man’s misery,
His young man’s mystery.
We’d upheave it out. Heavy inquiry.
If he hadn’t killed himself he might have taught me
“you gotta take the bitter with the cold”
Outside, My Mother softened things when she told me
When I was ready she told me
“I know,
It’s vile.
He was so very sick.
They say you/ Have his look.
It is mostly OK,
You know.
I say you’ll have my smile”.