in my father

in my father
i found the
cracks in
my armor

the name
of my
dispossessions.

i hated
how he
loved his
ignorance.
and oh how
i hated!

but with the
mirror he
held up for
me to see
myself: the mirror
of his angst
and shadows

i grew
in places
within my
soul...

in my father
i found a garden
once i removed
the weeds
from my heart.