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A Sprinkle of Wisdom

This is my Dad.

~Every generation Blames the one before~

I always heard stories of him working at a gas station, when he met my Mom. She use to pass by, because she lived a block away. He liked the way she walked.

She was fourteen when they married and he was nine years older. I know things now, I didn’t know when I was a kid. Things that happened.

I can look back now and know, sometimes, he tried to share his wisdom with me, but I couldn’t hear him. I was too angry. I was already lost in my own survival.

Who is family?

Who is my family? I would have to say everyone.

Having answered that, seemingly, “out of the blue” question to myself, I have to smile.

I’m sure this guy is my brother and I don’t know his last name. I don’t have to.

Featured Family #6

I first saw this photo years ago at my Aunt’s house. She is someone I saw only a few times in my life. But, I had an admiration for her, which has grown through the years. She passed away recently, the last of these family members to die. I had visited her because I wanted her to tell me about my father.

I never really knew him. My parents were not separated. They lived together until my father’s death at the age of 54.

I can’t remember ever having a conversation with him~because we never had one.

My Dad is the younger boy on the left.

This picture haunts me.

I want to tell their story. The best that I can anyway. I was raised on stories of my father’s life.

One day I will.

Featured Family #3

No Prom Queen I have this picture in my mind ~ as I lay in my bed of comfort.

Like a soldier -years gone by – the war is over.

What happened to Vietnam? Where are all of the naked babies, covered in flies?

Where are the dead bodies, scattered, limbs askew?

Where are the exploding buildings, silent, in flames?

Did Saigon fall hard like a rock into a pool of charm and drift like an empty raft on to a shore of safety?

Or did it run away in Nikes?

Fights*Battles*Fought*Lost

LOST LOST LOST

Thank You Mama

       Snapping peas in harmony

long rows of squash

walking lines of berries and straw

life was good

Growing balanced watermelons

under the waves of clothes

they baked

dry in the sun

life was good

Now I have an orchard

I reap and I sow

here a while~there a while

life is good

THANK YOU MAMA