His Lap Was Reserved for Science...


i still see his hands
coated in soil 
playing god
coaxing seeds to life
bringing his creations to us

maybe that was his love

the calluses from wooden shovels
from making wooden fences
from the circle-purple grapes
the quarter-blueberries
the furry peaches

maybe he loved us
the same way the cat did
secretly perched atop my toddler bed
until dawn danced on my fluttering lids,
leaving before the morning sun
would make stark her black in the light

maybe he loved us
through the water and earth and wind
that fed his garden plants
maybe he loved us 
with the force of sunlight

but we just never knew



Also posted here: http://arbitergirl.deviantart.com/art/His-lap-was-reserved-for-science-4...

It won a Daily Deviation on deviantart, and it was my first, and only DD. 
This poem is about my father, who is no longer a part of my life, and I often think about how his only loves were science and his garden
I often wonder if he loved us

This poem is reaching out to him
He hasn't called me in almost a year
I just want to know if he loved me

Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741