it's 4 am
and it rainin'
thundrin & lightnin'
goona get cold

about 10 pm
my daughter Cory
gave me a call
to check on me
and tell me
about her life
she's #2 from my 1st wife

she has 3 of her own
but she always calls
to see what i've learned or known
or whati've unknown
and am i still alone
is a rock still a rollin' stone?

she alway's calls me "daddy"
i've got 6
they are a mix
from father
to dad
she's the only one i had
that always called me "daddy"

she talked to me
she said words i heard
she said "daddy" to me
and i heard

who are you?
where are you?
are you you?

questions i could not answer.
answers to no questions.
if you read me
you see
.'s,",s. ? marks, !
i never capitLIZE
but somrtime i REALize

who i am
who i've been
and then...

i hope to begin
again

Cory AMANDA
you came from a song

whether you know it
YOU are a song

your old man is a poet
a poet he be
but see
he write
right or wrong
his own song

and each of you
are poetry to me
amy
cory
matthew
elizabeth
stepahanie
jeffery
jeremy
christian
sydney
and the other 2
or is it 3
katrina
mattie
trina'
and...
ella
and cheryl...

and another one who died...

she had blue eyes
and a smile
her name was Pam
i know that don't rhyme
but sometimes the skys
smile
and then they die

poetry
is about the think
and the thin
and the back when

so family
from me to you

it's 4 am
and rainin'
thunderin'
lightnin'
getteing cold
i'm get gettin'old

but i love you