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Perspective of My Pa

perspective of my pa different than my own eye to eye we deviate still he educates i don’t learn anything except to listen to love to hear his heartbeat to joy always there’s olives in his glass i can hear the daily missives of his martini speaking in gentle low tones even his feistiness is controlled grief brought us together his goblet of tears his plea “Tell me she’s somewhere…” two butterflies their wing-sets flapping as he retrieved his mail broken glass like a broken heart on his birthday their birthdays a solid shelf fell shattering James Kent teacups signs all here perspective of my pa different than my own eye to eye we deviate 3/28/2023 Sponsor: Brian Strand

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Panagiota Romios

Date: 4/1/2023 7:51:00 AM

Kim, people don’t know alcohol is a drug, worse a depressant. It makes the world a dark hole. On okder folks especially hard on the liver. Sorry about your Mother. I went into therapy I was so depressed. My Mother would never want me crying over her, but I did. Will say a prayer for your Dad and your family. Panagiota

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 4/1/2023 12:36:00 PM

Dad is careful. Pray for his salvation. Thank you, Pangie!

David Smith

Date: 3/31/2023 3:57:00 PM

Slightly different style than some of your other poems but you challenged yourself and were up to the task. Real poem for a real world. As I g et older I realize more and more how fortunate I am to be able to keep perspective and not let what if and grief swallow me up. I often think being sick very sick as a baby makes one better able to cope later on in life. Keep challenging yourself and I will keep reading your poems. Regards David in NZ. Hope you enjoy Easter break.

Kim Rodrigues
Date: 3/31/2023 5:56:00 PM

Thank you, David! I really appreciate that! Ilike your perspective on childhood illness. I didn’t live around other family members, didn’t go to too many funerals, so losing Mom was an experience. Happy Easter!