Poem For Children, Churches&Daddies
Robert Michael O’Hearn
Children are composites of a persona
proclaiming them as innocents, attributed
to all of them without exception.
Miniaturized adults who are mirroring our actions
the sometimes nice, the sometimes cruel,
yet attract an instantaneous measure
of grace, like lightening flashing across
an open and large body of water.
Churches are overbuilt fortresses, housing
the mightiest Bard’s image and in them
sermonizing ministers spew out syllables
like typewriter keys ablazing, leaving you
barely able to perceive with fullest comprehension.
Our rectitude becomes forbearance as demonstrated
by the passing of the collection plate.
Daddies are the easiest to spot on the street.
They are those beings, who always come back home,
rest a spell, and then go back to their jobs,
and coming back home itch again to return to work.
& Children love their Daddies without exception
& all Daddies love their offspring with some exceptions
& all Children dutifully sing Christmas hymns
in Church while most Daddies often like to sit
out Sundays
& and some Churches actively recruit new members
by visiting Daddies sitting out at their hospice
or if they have so many parishioners already
they make some Daddies very happy by leaving
them at peace
& in Church, the Daddies are easy to spot.
They are the ones dropping a white envelope
in the collection plate.
