If I am repaired, can we meet againfor the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?
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Here is the desk drawer in which all of my odds and ends are kept, tidbits that would otherwise never see the light of day.
Awww, I could have written this post myself, well except the over under, over under bit... I think of my dad everyday, I hear his voice, I say the things he used to say. They are always a part of our lives, it's a good thing ;) ~Jo
what is it in me that breaks with this? the photograph, yes, (how young your father is here!) and the simplicity of the weave between the two of you, between men. i am obviously on the outside of being a man, but when i witness this weave, i find it an almost unbearable pain, an exquisite pain.
Awww, I could have written this post myself, well except the over under, over under bit...
ReplyDeleteI think of my dad everyday, I hear his voice, I say the things he used to say.
They are always a part of our lives, it's a good thing ;)
~Jo
Beautiful and sensitive.
ReplyDelete... what a super little car... and crazy eyelashes!
what is it in me that breaks with this? the photograph, yes, (how young your father is here!) and the simplicity of the weave between the two of you, between men. i am obviously on the outside of being a man, but when i witness this weave, i find it an almost unbearable pain, an exquisite pain.
ReplyDeletethank you for this poem.
xo
erin
Beautiful words.
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So touching and sensitive. A thoughtful piece that I really enjoyed. Simple, yet powerful.
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