My Father's Visit
Finally asleep – a new mother's exhaustion – I hear keys jiggle
downstairs. My father, retired, widower, lets himself in earlier than
usual. His loneliness always in the guise of help. I'm at the top of the
stairs ready to scold him, but there's only an empty vestibule. Later, he
would tell me at that moment he was in bed choking, gasping for air.
Nancy Lubarsky writes from Cranford, New Jersey. She has been an educator for 30 years and is currently a superintendent in Mountainside, New Jersey. She has been published in various journals, including Edison Literary Review, Exit 13, Lips, Stillwater Review, Tiferet, and in Impact and Great Falls/Passaic River Anthologies. Her book, Tattoos, was published by Finishing Line Press. Her upcoming book, The Only Proof, published by Aldrich Press, has just been released. Nancy has also been nominated twice for a Pushcart Prize. She takes inspiration and support from her membership in the Westfield Poetry Workshop group.