Father’s Day today so thinking of dad and the many happy times I have had with him. He is slowing down, and gradually moving towards the end, so it is good to appreciate the time I spend with him now. We went for a walk today, up and down the street, prunus trees blossoming, and between showers.


It is impossible to convey the entirety of relationships, especially with important people. I think the poets do it best, like Ted Kooser whose father poem I have written about before, as I have the prunus trees. And since the whole thing is impossible, it’s best to make do with the hint of a photograph, a moment in time, one foot ready to land, red cap like a furled flag almost ready to fly.


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3 Responses to Dadda

  1. romi789 says:

    Love the photo and the poem- give him my best wishes when you talk to him next!
    Romi x

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