Dad taught History; Mom, English literature and composition. Their “vintage comments and quotes” often come back to me with a smile. I was 29 when Dad went to Heaven, and 50 when Mom was called Home. Love grows. I like growing older very much. I see them as persons in their own right, apart from me too.
It’s wonderful to read writers that older loved ones read, to feel the continuity, and to hear the sources of their language.
Here are a few of my dad’s sayings: “Make sure you save time for your own work.” “It’s a good night to stay home.” Good advice, Dad!
reading the poets
of my parents’
generation
their voices
return
Poem published in SMILE (2010).
The photo is by Karl.