“The Hidden Picture” by Roz Levine

I hid my face like a turtle

Scrunching facial features
Deep into my collar bone
Turning my head from view
When daddy dropped me
At Queens College
When I scurried from his white truck
When I prayed no one I knew
No one who knew me
No one who could gossip
Rumor mills of my life
Would see the truth
How I arrived
At this university
Of higher learning
In a truck driven by my father.
Bye Sis, dad would say
Have a good day
You too, dad
I’d mumble
Too selfish and stupid
To get the facts, ma’am
That he had a back breaking
Ball busting day ahead of him
With ten hours of hard work
Lifting heavy packages
Loading boxes and goods
Driving in New York’s snarled traffic.
Then
I was too young and unaware
To understand the concept of family
How a loving dad got up early
To drive me to school
How he’d arrive home
To have supper with us
Kiss my mom
Kiss me and my brother
Kiss us with his dirty hands
With his grease stained work clothes
Kiss us so we’d know
He’d be there for us
Always
Dirty clothes
Dirty hands
Dirty truck
All of him
Would always be there
No matter what he drove
No matter what he carried in this life.

Roz Levine

L. K. Thayer’s Foto Fetish

© 2010

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5 comments

  1. lkthayer · June 21, 2010

    Roz, thank you for sending such a perfect poem on Father’s Day to squeeze, yes, you are fortunate to have had such a caring dad…Extraordinary writer & poet you are. He would be so proud of you & Kira! Love Lisa

  2. jackie herzig · June 21, 2010

    It inspired me to write a poem to my dad, who has been dead for over 20 years. Thank you

    • lkthayer · June 21, 2010

      That is what I am here for to inspire from all writers & poets & artists at The Juice Bar! xo
      Write On!

  3. Angela Cohan · June 21, 2010

    Dear Roz,

    This poem is so honest and so moving. It brought tears to my eyes.

    What a beautiful and fitting tribute for Father’s Day.

    All the best,

    Angela

  4. Adesh Kaur · July 5, 2010

    roz,
    i love your work.
    this poem is so simple and clear, it hurts.
    thank you.

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