It took until I was a mature man for me to understand your ways, actions I didn’t respect you when you were alive because I was blindly following my own ego, narcissism But now as I sit and ponder the drudgery of life I realize, comprehend the true nature of your accomplishments. I wish you were here now so I could say I’m sorry for my ungrateful ramblings, my contemptuous dealings. You were enlightened in your own way and I am joyous that I knew a man such as you were, and euphoric that I was blessed to have had you as my father.
Frank Sheehan is a widely published poet having been published since 1996. His books include 7 chapbooks and 3 full-length collections. His work has appeared in numerous journals and anthologies. He has been a featured reader at venues throughout New York City and Long Island. He was born in Manhattan and currently resides in Long Beach, New York.
Call Of An Unborn Daughter To Dad Dad I am your guiltless and innocent unborn daughter who is anxious to step in your house will you please give birth to your daughter Will you be happy on my arrival probably
Tilted lips on the wet eyes. Below the lids was floating an island in a lake. Latched to a full moon I was trotting with snowshoes, trekking with stars. A volatile virginity rebounds ticking in your heart, spiteful. And I,