It Just Wasn't Fair
By Jim DeWitt

Father's huffing outta here for good.
No chance no more to earn
his rejections/approvals 
of things I did.
Expressing how I'm feeling bigtime
manymonths cheated from his
stomping-off-the-front-porch fit
echoing an obvious wife/mother hate.
And after that callous act
plus the wood-slab door latching shut 
after "here's your hat
what's your hurry" was I ever again
to enter into his mind
during the many subsequent years
stumbling by?
Puts me in mind of:
what does the little light
inside the refrigerator do after
the door's solid shutting...