If I Had Only One Pen
I would write your story large,
of living by the railroad tracks,
mother gone too young,
father hunched up in tradition,
and pain,
a back injury, coal dust spelling
your future with dried fingers.
A husband who would
crawl under trains. Sons who
would live most comfortably
among trees and beside springs,
listening to the voices of creeks,
wisdom spilling like water
like the pounds, even tons
of care you give.
- © JD DeHart 2022
JD DeHart is a writer and teacher. His most recent poetry collection, A Five-Year Journey, is available from Dreaming Big Publications.
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