The problem is, <br />a family's a family, <br />and then when you grow up, <br />it may not be, <br /> <br />and when dad and I <br />sat in that booth at Denny's <br />a year before he died <br />and just before I moved <br />back here to California, <br /> <br />I tried to find the man <br />who'd held me once on his lap <br />and sang 'Sonny Boy, ' <br />I tried to be that Sonny Boy, <br /> <br />but I searched in a flurry <br />through all the molecules <br />of available air <br />for some that might conduct <br />our love to one another again, <br /> <br />and I had to make do with the memory <br />and a gruff old man in front of me <br />who didn't seem to approve <br />of anything I did, <br />yet didn't want me to leave<br /><br />Max Reif<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/trying-to-find-him/
