I wanted to share this poem about my Dad, for my Dad, today on Father’s Day. This poem is particularly special to me. My book, History of Present Complaint, is written in the second person: the ‘you’ in each section is the narrator referring to herself. There is only one poem in the whole book in which the narrator calls herself ‘I’ – the ‘you’ is her father. I hope that the significance of this speaks for itself.
Dad – I miss you when I blink, and I can’t wait to see you again. Thank you for everything; it’s a privilege to be your daughter. Cheers, Daddy Cool. This one’s for you. Forever & a day xxx