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Fathers of Forgiveness
Father let me blast “Silver Springs” this morning,
and my heart feels like it has risen again.
My fists of fingers squeeze in bliss, the dull nails praying against my palms
and my heart has risen.
Father even turned the volume up and up and up and up to the sky,
and my heart feels like it has risen again.
My cracking tune echoes along the (stained) glass windows of his car
and my heart has risen.
Father sang with me, feeding my voice with alto, horrible tones,
and my heart feels like it has risen again.
My virgin eyes close as harmony swells, my tongue clicking along
and my heart has risen.
Father let me play it in a swirl, the notes washing my ready ears,
and my heart feels like it has risen again.
My back arches as I lift myself off my seat to long for love and to love and spread love
and my heart has risen.
Father reminded me he loved me this morning
and my heart has risen.
My smile reminded him of love
and my heart feels like it has risen again.
Mairwen Jones is a sophomore at the Alabama School of Fine Arts in the Creative Writing department. She has had fiction, poetry, and nonfiction writing published in her school’s magazine, Cadence, for the past three years. She also enjoys filmmaking and served as the script supervisor for a short film titled “Fool’s Fortune" with the Sidewalk Youth Board. In her free time, she loves to read horror and analyze movies with her beloved cat Bowie.
