My mother never forgave my father
for killing himself,
especially at such an awkward time
and in a public park,
that spring
when I was waiting to be born.
She locked his name
in her deepest cabinet
and would not let him out,
though I could hear him thumping.
When I came down from the attic
with the pastel portrait in my hand
of a long-lipped stranger
with a brave moustache
and deep brown level eyes,
she ripped it into shreds
without a single word
and slapped me hard.
In my sixty-fourth year
I can feel my cheek
still burning.
Grade levels
7-9 / Sec. 1-3
10-12 / Sec. 4 & 5 / CEGEP 1
Common Poetic Terms and Forms
Contest Criteria
Secrets and trauma carry an everlasting sting
Bibliographical info
Stanley Kunitz's "The Portrait" from Passing Through: The Later Poems, New and Selected. Copyright © 1997 by Stanley Kunitz. Used with permission from WW Norton and Darhansoff & Verrill Literary Agents. All rights reserved.
