Each month, write a new collection.
Dear Dad:You were the person who could do it all,strong enough to walk all dayable to make wooden furniture and toys,smart enough to work my math problemssavvy about how to get along with othersmostly by bending, not fighting. Kind and gentle to me butpowerful enough to throw that skilletthrough the dining room windowwhen you lost your temper. You built my swing and a false fireplace and mantel for Santa for mewhen I was five years old. I’d ask you anything but youalways tried to send me to Momfor English and music questions. I didn’t learn to admire Mom forten more years. I demanded that youanswer my questions, no matter what.
I really love this poem! I think the part about the mother is so powerful too. She's just hinted at but really powerfully.