by Glen Martin Fitch
To be a parent
is the greatest charge.
You must provide and guide,
protect and cheer,
yet slowly backing off
as they grow large,
empowering away
what you hold dear.
I'll never be a parent,
but I write.
Most words I pick with care,
most lines I hone.
With pride, I seek to share,
to teach, delight,
“empowering away”
what I would own.
No test, no standard,
no prerequisite now separates
a daddy from a dunce.
Some worry
if a birth's legitimate,
while any fool might breed
who fucks just once.
And any twit
can fill another tome
with words on paper,
calling it a poem.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Glen Fitch is a 16th Century poet lost in the 21st Century. Born near Niagara Falls, educated in the Catskills, thirty years on the Monterey Bay he now lives in Palm Springs. Retail not academics has paid the bills. Someday he will finish Spenser's "The Fairie Queene."
Last updated August 23, 2011