WingSpan Poetry Project

CULTIVATING EMPOWERMENT THROUGH POETRY

After Lucille Clifton’s “My Lost Father”

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I have acid in my brain
and it’ s killing the
flowers in my heart

If my father was lost
he would make up and regret
what became of himself

And in the rain
flowers in his heart are
dying in him

If my father could have picked the right path
he wouldn’t be fallen
in his heart

If my father said sorry
to his family he wouldn’t be
regretting what he has done.

Then he falls
and prays
to help
his soul.

by Anonymous, age 9

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