I always admired my fathers’ writing, both short stories and poetry. It was a way into his thoughts, an insight into what he felt and how he embodied existence. It provided a direct contact for me to his soul. His words became my only connection with his voice after his passing in 1999, as his presence drifted further away each year.
But it was my mothers’ passing in January 2016 that triggered my own voice. Now as life as someone’s daughter left, the words moved in. A continuance of that simple cerebral connection, the poems here are an inheritance of expression and appreciation for the written word.
What a joy to write heart and soul.
‘til I see you again