The Manhattan Review
The Manhattan Review
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Archive > Vol. 11 no. 1


Hal Sirowitz

The Family Man


You never thank me anymore
for making you dinner,
Mother said. You take me
for granted. You also take
God for granted, which puts me
in good company. One day
you’re going to need us.
I’ll be dead & He’ll be unavailable.
He’ll be helping those who were
good to their parents. He doesn’t
like boys who didn’t help out
at home. You wouldn’t think
He was such a big family man, but He is,
because He doesn’t have one of His own.