It’s Father’s Day. I thought I’d share my favourite poem about fathers.
Unsung by Kei Miller
There should be a song for the man who does not sing
himself – who has lifted a woman from her bed to a wheelchair
each morning, and from her wheelchair to her bed each night;
a song for the man recognised by all the pharmacists, because
each day he has joined a line, inched forward with a prescription
for his ailing wife; there should be a song for this man
who has not sung himself; he is father to an unmarried son
and will one day witness the end of his name; still he has refused
to pass down his shame to his boy. There should be a song
for the man whose life has not been the stuff of ballads
but has lived each day in incredible and untrumpeted ways.
There should be a song for my father.
I was privileged to hear Kei Miller read this, and other poems from his anthology A Light Song of Light at The Blue Coat in Liverpool.
Go and find his poems. They are worth it.
A review of the anthology is here: http://www.writerscentrenorwich.org.uk/summerreads2013alightsongoflightkeimiller.aspx