It’s unusual to find a blog that’s a tribute to a parent. Rarer still, a tribute to a parent who was a very good poet. Here’s that exceedingly rare blog: Words of My Father. Words of My Father is very simple: every few days, the son posts one of his father’s poems, poems he discovered after his father died.
I wish the son would say more about the father, who seems to have been the kind of man who wore a suit and was a business traveler like lots of other men — the kind of man who probably didn’t say very much about what he noticed and felt. Except it turns out he wrote poems.
They’re good poems. I especially like the one about the statute of Christopher Columbus. And Raisins. Some of them are funny, and some of them are a little sad. As the father says, “knowledge/is/sadness.”
If you have a chance today, stop by and tell Jonathan (the author of this blog) he’s a fine man and a good son, and then enjoy his father’s poems.
And Happy Father’s Day (yes, I know, it’s a day early!) to all you fathers out there.