I Saw My Father Drowning
David Vogel
1923
I saw my father drowning
In surging days.
His weak hand gave a last white flutter
In the distance—
And he was gone.
I kept on alone
Along the shore,
A boy still,
With small, thin legs,
And have grown as far as this.
And now I am my father,
And all those waves
Have broken over me,
And left my soul numb.
But all I held dear
Have gone into the…
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