My father, surely a wonderful man

So dedicated, I’m reminded, when

He tells me he came to the States for me

At the cost of his bright future career.

So warm-hearted, he says he loves me each

Time I kiss him good-night, tucked nice in bed.

So loving, a soft smile appears when I

Look at him, and he asks me if I want

To eat gourmet dinners, until the day

I asked, “What are we doing today, dad?”


The ends of his familiar round smile

Drop to reveal an empty plateau that

Crack open to release fury which seeps

As I question in fear, “Who is this man?”