Sta.sh
Daddy’s large belly protruded past the rest of us,
sometimes it gurgled
if it sensed the presence of an
In N’ Out Burger close by.
It would shake a little
when he laughed.
It would rise and fall
when he slept.
It would demand much room,
when he drove mother’s car.
It came to be that I was convinced
his heart was in that belly,
that it was big simply because
he needed more space.
His Death Certificate reads
H e a r t A t t a c k -
and a small part of me still wonders
why didn’t his belly collapse?
Why couldn’t his stomach
have attacked him instead?
Not his loving heart -
not his love that everyone envied, admired,
that beat so loudly
as though it were a Chinese gong.
I look in the mirror now
and wonder if my heart too,
is lower than it should be.
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I'm not one to speak, but your twist at the end is kind of cliche' and weak
Overall a fantastic poem though, very good work.
Although, I do love In n' Out, so you get points for that.
One small thing, however. As I read, some commas, particularly in the first, second and third stanzas, disrupted the flow somewhat. They would best be removed, in my opinion.
Other than this, the poem is well done; heartrending and thoughtful. Congrats on the DD.