The Man I Thought I Knew

mother told me que sera, sera
was the song grandfather was known
to sing in his youth, often
she and her sister were there
in times I must now imagine
but imagining him like that
brings tears
I never got when I should have
que sera, sera, I can’t stop listening
to you
and the more that I do
the more water I see has flown
under the bridge I always thought
was not mine to walk
but the times that are such
and the tales they weave
are no man’s friend
until one weeps
for what should’ve been
que sera, sera, I have abolished
all the grudges I had
and to you alone, I owe this justice
yes, no man should have to serve
in the court of law of another man’s logics
so here I am now, towards the bridge
will all good memories
but whether they happened
is not mine to say
que sera, sera, I’d like to go on and on
further into the youth of the man
I’ve had much privilege knowing
through the flaws I could never
deny him or do without
and now these words I try to write
knowing too well he may not understand
and what could be more inadequate than that
I who am still young haven’t yet woken up
from thinking these words are somehow enough

The Man I Thought I Knew

24 thoughts on “The Man I Thought I Knew

  1. My Mom repeats these words of Que Sera Sera, when she gets a little frustrated since her memory is fading. She also has a special Spanish toast, which she takes comfort in. Repetition of familiar words gives her a good feeling.

    1. Oh I can imagine what that would be like, my grandfather suffers from memory problem as well, he too takes comfort in repeating the things he likes. Thank you for commenting Robin, best wishes to you.

      1. Hi, Kabir! I just wanted to give you a little heads up. I’m referencing your poem in a post coming up tomorrow morning. It’s about my father–with thanks to you for your poem. It got me thinking and writing. Thanks!

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