For Father's Day

I've been stuck in limbo during this holiday for four years. I'm not a father. Neither do I have a father or grandfather left alive. I am here at my Mom's house helping her around the house, waiting for my sister to show. Here's a poem that is part of the upcoming next issue of Spoonful. I wrote it for my Dad back in early 2010. It was the first attempt to write about my father a little over two years after he died.