I Would Watch My Father

I Would Watch My Father

I Would Watch My Father by Caleb Eriksson

When direction was questionable
And my eyes still impressionable
When porridge
Cemented in grey splodges
to my favourite
Rugrats shirt
I learnt a lesson
I would watch my father
Watch himself
In his three buttoned blazer
He shone as well
As any knight
Pressed and dressed
He would chant to himself
Smoothing out the lapels
His eyes unwavering
His smooth, strong hands
Securing the Adam’s-apple knot in the tie
Strangling with confidence
there wouldn’t be a single wrinkle
Of self-doubt
In his suit
And I thought that was a man.
Do a simple sum
Of a few leaves wilted
And a few flowers bloomed
My direction still questionable
My eyes still susceptible
Over the deafening earbuds
Of adolescence
I learnt a lesson
I would watch my father
Watch himself
With eyes that were deep
Perennial tunnels
His smooth hands calloused
And uncaring to the wrinkles
Plaguing his paint flecked jacket
And the only smile
He could muster
Crunched like a bird’s wing breaking
And I could tell he thought about
The height from which he had fallen
But still stooped to somewhere low
He would lace his steel-capped boots
With an unfaltering integrity
And I thought again
That was a man.
<strong>Caleb Eriksson</strong>
Caleb Eriksson

Caleb Eriksson is a reader, writer, and soon-to-be-librarian. He has had several poems and short stories printed and aspires to have novels published. 

Caleb enjoys the works of Australian authors, especially Candice Fox and Markus Zusak. He currently resides on the tropical east coast of Australia with his beautiful, newlywed wife. 

You can follow more of his updates and brevity poetry @poeticflashcards on Instagram. 

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