My dad




This picture says a lot to me, sitting at a distance.
Out of reach.
Torn.

So long ago.

I remember his hands.
His milky brown eyes.
His black shoes.
The quiver in his lip.

Was it his lip?

His bowling ball muscles and his missing tattoo.

Oh! we were so fascinated by his missing tattoo.

That large scar on his shoulder.

He said our mother bit him.

What a tease! Funny, I don't remember his laugh.


I don't remember feeling extra special or beloved. I was happy-go-lucky.

But, I know I was loved, I know it most assuredly.



My funny dad.

I sure miss him.