A History Of Twilight
They are more fathers than sons themselves now.
When the sky is full of day each night
and all the little windows glow,
I lie back on a Star Wars pillow
and give the performance of my life:
playing the role of my father, reading
a bedtime story to my sons,
my voice so strangely his it comes
to me: that such am I to them,
though to myself I'm still, forever
the one who shines over the book:
the bright boy shining a little brighter
every time his father looks.