The Red Chair
The Red Chair
Then
you are gone
The words disappear
Your gaze is not here
The Red Chair that held you
my memory
my love for you
The Artist
My dad was a detail oriented man, as evidenced by his profession of choice, mechanical engineering, and his artistic expression with calligraphy and colored pencil drawings.
Foodie
Food connected my parents - preparing meals, hosting dinner parties, and even teaching others how to cook were things they were good at and enjoyed doing together. They both had to learn about food though, and how to cook. My dad came from a family where meals were very simple, and my mom grew up in a home where many meals consisted of “bread, milk and sugar.”
Four Years Without my Father
Four years without my father, what reminds me of you?
The taste of bourbon,
a whiff of tobacco,
palm trees and,
the sky when it is blue.
Two-Toned Tom
My father was probably better at friendship than fatherhood, at least in the early years. It may be what made him a better father to us as adults, he knew how to be a good friend.
T is for Tom
My dad, who became a mechanical engineer by watching and doing and without a college degree, could teach himself anything he set his mind to.