• tell me a story

    by  • September 13, 2016 • family, grief, poetry • 7 Comments

    It’s a little after sunrise, sc0033e6fd02-1
    an early autumn morning—
    a chill of hope in the air;
    the sunrise is the color of stories.
    Today is your birthday.
    I’m still keeping count though you
    are no longer celebrating:
    eighty-eight.

    I live in a house you never
    visited, in a town you
    never saw; I have a new
    job you knew nothing of . . .
    and I wonder about the life
    you lived before me: the
    twenty-eight summers and falls,
    the stories I never heard.
    We were father and son,
    yet so much more.

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    7 Responses to tell me a story

    1. September 13, 2016 at 8:31 am

      Thank you for sharing the beautiful prose and the photo of your dad.

    2. Margaret Dolbow
      September 13, 2016 at 8:33 am

      Happy Birthday to someone you loved. Those birthdays add definition to our years.

    3. Meg Trueb
      September 13, 2016 at 10:09 am

      Milton, beautiful… and meaningful… thank you for sharing your gift!

    4. kennywood
      September 13, 2016 at 12:13 pm

      all ways inviting us into family, until we realize there is a family where I can know Milton E. as my father, too; and you my brother always!

    5. Tracy
      September 13, 2016 at 4:13 pm

      Love reading this, as usual you hit spot on:) beautiful tribute to wonderful man.

    6. Mary Ducey
      September 13, 2016 at 6:16 pm

      Thinking of you. A friend told me “Close your eyes, breathe, remember, and you will smile.” Sometimes it’s all I need to get through a bad time. Love from the Duceys

    7. Joy
      September 15, 2016 at 9:50 am

      Powerful. Missing my own dad today. Sunrise the color of stories. Wow.

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