Our fathers sleep now
In the deep heavens
Our hearts
Won’t hold anymore.
Men lost at sea
Calling us from our blackest night
And we swim to them
Knowing we drown.
His Korean War was spent on a destroyer
Yet dad only spoke of Singapore girls
Who I imagined adored his perfect
Curly black hair.
He left with other brave men
No heroes but fathers calling us
From our dark grief dreams
Wanting us to play like children in the sun.