Saturday, July 16, 2011


A man I never met.
Created me, somewhat inadvertently.
The father of my mother went to war and ill became.
Something of a distant memory, spoken of in passing--names and places oft the same.
Eery familiarity in the face of a man who never even knew my name, but loved me just the same.

1 comment:

jaims said...

Beautiful and poignant. Sniff. Thanks for sharing.