Father Stories
R(a)ising Son
They will remember his sonThe living room television plays in the background as Sol inspects his son, Mikhail, one final time. He kneels down to polish his boots with the cuff of his sleeve till they shine. As he stands, he ensures the belt is secure and then moves around to the b...
"Yuval" Three in the morning A soft blue light emanated under the blanket. His father stared into the darkness at the tell-tale light And whispered, “Aren’t you asleep yet?” “Wait! I’m fighting the Klaxons,” Yuval whispered back. The twelve-year-old jinxe...
Parenting is for Life
A father nurtures those he loves...She came to me crying after the Holidays. Literally crying. She said she never felt so mistreated in her life. It felt like all she did was cook and clean the entire time the girls and their families were here. I spent so much time taking care of them th...
Remembering Pop's
My pop'sMy story begins the day my father died. He was my friend,my mentor, but first and foremost my wonderful loving father. He tried to teach me all about the pains of the world. He would talk every day and he had the patience of Job. He could be funny and ver...
Without EVE
Without Eve I would not exist.The sin of humanity is sharedNot EveNot AdamBoth sinned.I do not need an apology from either than to prevent the recurrence of that sinGod made man with the sole intention to rule and governGod made Eve not to deceive but to collaborate and make life work...
Art of Bargaining
A memory I reminisced recently“How much?” he asked the vendor pointing at the pile of tomatoes with an authoritative tone. “It’s 30 Rs a kilo, take it for 25 Rs” She says, as she arranges the pile of tomatoes, also luring the customer. “Too much, let’s go son,” without turning he walk...
A Fathers Battle
Only wants his boys happy and safeOver the past 14 years my friend has fought firstly to see his two boys (who at the start were 5 and 2.) Now he fights to keep the youngest attending a well-regarded Private school that he solely pays for. While the boys’ mother and stepfather have repeat...
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The Garden
remembering my father,“Your father loves you.” My mother spoke for him, but he didn’t look up from his work, nor smiled. I never could understand what he was doing after dinner when occupied at the kitchen table in the evening. I assumed that it had something to do with his un...
Half of My Roots
Where I come from made a bit clearer.Looking at a picture, you are captured in time.So long ago, it sends good chills up my spine. You toiled together to make the bare land go.Made a home, a place for your children to grow. I never had a chance to meet either of you.Searching for my roots ma...
Wooden Boy 1
A Dream can come true - it can happen to you!Story telling in both verse and prose What is in the Well? Chapter 1: Wooden Boy1 It's hard to say when it began My thoughts of being a boy My Master Carver built me I was his greatest joy Someone to share his life with To play with and enjoy The same...
Wanting you home
A fathers’ effort to bring his 13 year old son home safe ...You went home to see your mum in January For a normal visitation and never returned. Now, five long months have passed and although we looked, you have remained gone. So today we went to court Trying to get you safely returned. The judge listened calmly a...
A Tear Gave Me Away!
I knew men at war who carried poems written from home. This could have been one.You asked me daddy to play it brave when you left for the war that day. I'm sorry but when I started to wave, an itty bitty tear gave me away. I tried to recover and wipe it away as you walked toward the plane. I tried really hard but what can I say my tr...
His Hands on my Shoulders
Hopefully in time for Easter...They were like no other: The gentle touch; the soft, comforting presence. They rested on my shoulders Only for a moment. But they felt like They were there for a lifetime. For those few moments they were there, I felt a comfort long forgotten by Many like...
I'm lying on the floor of our rec-room, watching cartoons. I'm about eight years old and this is pretty much all I do on a Saturday morning. I hear the front door slam, a familiar sound, and glance up only when I realize that my father is coming down the...