fathers

SHIFTING THE SUN

 

When your father dies, say the Irish

you lose your umbrella against bad weather.

May his sun be your light, say the Armenians.

 

When your father dies, say the Welsh

you sink a foot deeper into the earth.

May you inherit his light, say the Armenians

 

When your father dies, say the Canadians

you run out of excuses.

May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

 

When your father dies, say the Indians

he comes back as the thunder.

May you inherit his light, say the Armenians.

 

When your father dies, say the Russians,

he takes your childhood with him.

May you inherit his light say the Armenians.

 

When your father dies, say the British,

you join his club you vowed you wouldn’t.

May you inherit his sun, say the Armenians.

 

When your father dies, say the Armenians,

your sun shifts forever

and you walk in his light.

 

Dianna Der-Hovanessian

 

 

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