Pa: a father’s day poem
In honor of Father’s Day in her country, Honduran writer and editor Marian Hawit Rosmo shares a poem about an evolving father-daughter relationship through the years. She honors the mundane, everyday things that make up a relationship with a parent.
Pa
I am zero
You videotape every moment
My birth scene included
I am four
We’re both early risers
I take after you
We feed rice to the birds
Vamos a darle arroz a los pajaritos
A Sunday tradition for many years
I am seven
You show me old music
Esta es buena gordis
AC/DC and Rod Stewart and Emmanuel
I can’t say I understand the lyrics
Though I sing anyways
I am eleven
We’re having crepes at Saúl
You break it to me
That Santa doesn’t exist
I’m in shock, there’s no way
My best performance yet
You take me to the toy store and say
Anything you want my love
I feel half bad
Because I already knew
But I think
Yay
Toys
I am fourteen
We are very different
Yet the same in many ways
You say I don’t listen when you life-lecture
I often stare into space
But I do listen
To most of it anyways
I am sixteen
Prom night
My date picks me up
You shake his hand, pórtense bien
My face goes red in my orange gown
I am nineteen
A college choice crisis
Dad, I chose wrong—I’m not happy
You say it’s okay honey
I trust you’ll make a good choice
I am twenty
Delighted by the stories of your youth
And eager to find old photographs
Pa esta foto donde fue?
I’m jealous you grew up in the 70s
But you already know that
I am twenty one
We see old Pacino movies
We recite the lines
I’ve been around, you know?
I always tell the truth, even when I lie.
We know them by heart
I am twenty two
I see you and think
Grey starts to look very good on you
You say let’s take a walk, it’s nice outside
You tell me you’ll always be there for me
And that you wish I could’ve stayed two forever
I think to myself
I wish you could last me forever.
About the Author. Marian Hawit Rosmo (@emehache__) is a Honduran writer, editor, and columnist at Project Synergy.