Rereading this a year later reminds me again about the way a good poem has plenty to say again when a year has passed, probably more because we are older and can see more in it and we get the warmth of “hello again”. There was something about the bafflement that caught my eye, maybe I’ll think of it. Thanks Elizabeth.
Thanks so much, Wes -- for the thoughtful reading (as always) and the reassurance that these "hello again" poems are not a bore but welcome. Good to hear that!
Every year, sometime during Christmas, my dad would read the Charles Dickens Christmas tale. Our birthdays were close enough that we would read alternating stanzas of Thomas Gray "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard". To this day, I guess I have never read a better written or more moving poem. It is my standard for how good a poem can be. Thanks again, Elizabeth.
Thank you so much for this memory of your dad and for your deep gift with storytelling. I couldn't write about my dad this year. Too much this time around. So, I felt like I was drinking this up, this time spent with you and your dad.
Now I'm thinking about "A Body Is A Delicate House" and all the stories and songs about your dad that are embraced in that one album. Glad to share a story back to you, friend.
I'm so glad to be reminded of this poem, Elizabeth. I remember how, last year on Father's Day, it was so well received when I read it as part of our Sunday Worship Service.
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This is gorgeous.
Thank you, Francesca!
I remember the poem from last year. Loved it then, love it again. 💛
Thank you, Fotini. 💛🌿
What a precious moment, Elizabeth, and so elegantly captured in your spectacular poem.
My husband often says if he could have one gift not given to humans it would be to have the ability to fly. Such freedom in it!
Thanks so much, Elizabeth. And if your husband finds his way to flight some day, please let us know! 💛🌿
I suspect you'll hear the elation as he wings his way across the skies. 🪶
Rereading this a year later reminds me again about the way a good poem has plenty to say again when a year has passed, probably more because we are older and can see more in it and we get the warmth of “hello again”. There was something about the bafflement that caught my eye, maybe I’ll think of it. Thanks Elizabeth.
Thanks so much, Wes -- for the thoughtful reading (as always) and the reassurance that these "hello again" poems are not a bore but welcome. Good to hear that!
Every year, sometime during Christmas, my dad would read the Charles Dickens Christmas tale. Our birthdays were close enough that we would read alternating stanzas of Thomas Gray "Elegy Written in a Country Churchyard". To this day, I guess I have never read a better written or more moving poem. It is my standard for how good a poem can be. Thanks again, Elizabeth.
This is in the same slot as "Jesus on the Bus" Two of my very favorite of your poems. Thanks for repeating it.
Auntie B
For some reason this makes me laugh (I think it's "Jesus On the Bus"), but it also warms my heart. Thanks for always reading, B.!
To be truly seen like this--what beautiful prayer of a poem.
Such a tribute and tender portrait. Love this one so much, Elizabeth.
I miss my dad, too. 💛
He was not always an easy man to deal with, but he was absolutely at his best when he was out of doors. Especially when he was watching birds.
Thank you so much for reading, Ann. Holding you and your dad in my heart. 💛🌿
💛 same to you, dear one.
This one is a favorite of mine.
I'm glad, MK, thank you. 💛🌿
Your poem/story of your father touches me deeply. Thank you for sharing it.
Thank you for reading it, Sandy -- I'm honored that you found it touching. 💛🌿
Sublime.
Thank you so much for reading, Robin! I'm glad it spoke to you. 💛🌿
Thank you so much for this memory of your dad and for your deep gift with storytelling. I couldn't write about my dad this year. Too much this time around. So, I felt like I was drinking this up, this time spent with you and your dad.
Now I'm thinking about "A Body Is A Delicate House" and all the stories and songs about your dad that are embraced in that one album. Glad to share a story back to you, friend.
I'm so glad to be reminded of this poem, Elizabeth. I remember how, last year on Father's Day, it was so well received when I read it as part of our Sunday Worship Service.
So glad to be reminded of you reading it there, Sulima! Love to you and everyone at WHUUF. 💛🌿
Beautiful.
Thank you, Simon. 💛🌿