HIM

By Cristina Munoz

There’s a hole there

deep but near

where the father should be

i have a mother

i even have a brother

but i don’t have him

never did

I see the scene clearly

A father pushing his child on the swings

laughing with her giggles

driving her higher and higher

blonde plaits airborne

i was not that child

though in sleep

i cried

almost feeling it be

I too swang on the swing

same playground

exact swing

just me

it took longer

but i swang

hoping to take flight

needing to marry the sky

and i did

but alone

Always alone

~ Published by Poetry Australia 1991

(C) HIM Copyright Cristina Munoz 1991