Category: Poetry
-
Discovering My Father’s Hidden Depths: A Tale of Knowledge and Study
During those summers, my father was still alive. Our routine was set: we would leave at eight in the morning for Hale’s Goods, and by nine we would be under the long shade of the oak trees, reading the Times while smoke from a slow-burning fire drifted above us. One morning, I returned home at…
-
Discovering a New Side of My Father: A Journey of Knowledge and Understanding
During the summers of the narrator’s youth, their father was still alive. At eight o’clock, they would make the trip to Hale’s Goods, and by nine o’clock, they would settle under the long shade of the oak trees to read the Times. Smoke would rise above them, resembling a slow, intent fire. One day, while…
-
Discovering My Father’s Hidden Depth of Knowledge
During those summers, my father was still alive and we had a routine. At eight o’clock, we would drive to Hale’s Goods and by nine, we would be sitting under the long shade of the oak trees, reading the Times as smoke from a slow-burning fire drifted above us. One morning, I returned home at…