Thursday, April 12, 2018
Stranger In the House
by Ralph Fletcher
Dad decided to grow a beard.
It came in all wooly and wild,
half-Abe Lincoln, half-lumberjack.
Seeing him first thing in the morning
made me flinch—there’s a stranger
in the house—til I remembered.
Dad finally shaved the beard,
shaved the time he spent at home,
shaved the time he spent working.
Finally he just moved out.
He’s living down South somewhere.
No, I don’t hear from him too often.
I sure miss having him around.
Mom’s started seeing a new guy
who comes over for supper a lot.
It startles me when I first see him
stranger in the house
Posted by Ralph Fletcher at 7:29 AM