Our Father Poem by Francie Lynch
Our Father
My friend's Father,
Who's just that,
Has a Papa Francis.
And her entire congregated family
Won't acknowledge her
Very existence.
How can she communicate.
There's a crack in the crucifix,
And it's splitting, running up the wood,
Past the cruciform,
To the Head.
Monday, April 23, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: father,fathers,parenting,religious
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