MY FAVORITE FATHER'S DAY POEM
I recognized my father in the very first line the first time I read this whirlingly memorable poem as a teenager. I also feel the presence of Morris Katz in the “palm caked hard by dirt.” Let’s embrace the full reality of our relationships with our fathers today.
My Papa’s Waltz
BY THEODORE ROETHKE
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.