Serenade

My father, his electric arm hanging
from the window, sang along with Perry
Como & smoked a filtered Kool. Merry
father of the world, no regrets, singing
in a strong tenor about stars getting
my eyes and the moon breaking my very
heart. Within his singing I was wary.


Delighted menace of the world, working
so hard,(much harder than anyone should),
on a holiday with his family.


I had never heard him sing, & became
astonished at the sound of him. He could
sing! & father of the world, holder of the
electric arm, was in the singing tamed.



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