Hidden in Safety

one of my memories of my father

Slithering down the hall
smelling your sent
slipping into one of the dark holes in my brain
cringing at the thought
you were inside me.
Blaming me for your troubles

Hidden in the safety,
under the bed
I won't be found.
In my childish head I think
We can play hide-a-go-seek,
he won't find me
quietly I lie with fear so intense
I confuse it with excitement
eventually I am asleep,
only to be awoken by him saying
hey, stinker, lets go find the boogie man
he likes to play at night
With the excitement of a toddler I get up
in the middle of the dark night
we grab our gear for hunting
on the streets of los angeles
in the early 80's a father and daughter
bonding in the midnight hours
over a character who in the end we find
only for me to be left in those dark streets alone
and to be brought home by the
those who should protect.
those firemen gave back

 

Author's Note

just starting to share my poetry....