for my Grandpa's 90th birthday
for Daddy
Who am I? I ask
because I've found communion
in daughters and grandmothers
but here is a piece of wood
to show that my identity does not
only come from a mother
Here I've found my identity in a father
passed down through
motorcycle rides
self-criticism
violins
peacekeeping
Who is he? I ask
and here is a piece of tree
hanging on a wall
a rectangle of wood
but more than that
because you inscribed his identity there
Five letters in a name
his self in a word
you gave him his identity
and he became part of yours
Who am I? I ask again
but now I see, I am theirs.
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