New Poetry
Untitled, Like Me
You let me be Electra
And told me I was Helen.
You smiled while I tried on my big girl dresses
Taught me the intentions in a kiss
Held my hand around the race track
and let go
when I asked you to.
You gave me a choice between a father
and a father figure.
To be an enabler or a doer.
I called you Grand Poobah
because even in my innocence
I knew you were the wise man
not with all the answers
but the candidness to question.
As we both grow I see the memory of myself
in the lines around your mouth.
And I am your time capsule.
© 2006 Kim McDougall
