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                      Domenic Tamborriello, LMSW                                                                 Phone:   734-649-7092
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                      Ann Arbor, MI 48103                                                         Email: dom@annarbortherapy.com

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Letter To My Father

Forgive me Dad,
for calling you, for taking ten minutes
out of your day to say hello.
Forgive me for getting stuck
along the jagged banks
of conversation --
for seeing the hills ahead
but not knowing how steep or wide
or how to slow down or speed up,
for just wanting to drive
the whole way by your side
engaged in every word that wraps itself
around the receiver.

 "Hello, Dad.  How are you?"
But, I am not prepared
for those empty spaces --
I never know what to say
when you get stuck.
Sometimes I want to
throw you a rope,
help you climb out of the muck
of our boot camp conversation. 

I just want to stop the car
with you, pull over
so we can walk to the edge of the hill
and look out over the land.

I see a village Dad
where there are no phones --
a village where any hungry child
can call out in the middle of the night
where a father clumsily clops
his way to the child's room. 

I am calling you Dad --
calling for you to come out --
to drop the phone,
to just come running out.

 

 

 

 

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