My father was a fierce and generous man.

He left school after grade six

to cultivate the family’s country farm.

He worked hard, retired late

to earn a modest pension for his labor.

 

Often in his later days,

he would sit on our front porch,

visit with neighbors and tell stories.

 

On this August day,

I wish for one more afternoon

with my father on the front porch

telling stories.

 

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