Tuesday, July 7, 2009

Full Circle


My father’s birthday once again,
and what do I remember?

The uncharted stillness
of his hands, and how our grapes
began to ripen at this time
of year.

From Songs and Letters, first published July 2, 2007.


Recently Linked: My thanks to Cedar, who writes the blog Cedarflame, for signing on as a follower of Recently Banned Literature.

In the Forum: the famous Funk and Wagnalls backpack.

4 comments:

Chrees said...

Funny what we remember.

And timing can be eerie. Last night I dreamed of my own death when today is the anniversary of my father's passing. Very strange.

William Michaelian said...

Ah, yes.... And I’m inclined to make more of these coincidences, if that is indeed what they are, than perhaps I should. But as I’ve mentioned before, when you grow up around old aunties reading fortunes in coffee cups, I guess it’s inevitable.

leks said...

I hade a fortune to grow up around my aunties reading fortunes from the coffie cup's,most interesting period of my childhood besides being who I am.
Love the colorful way of your writings.
Greetings and a good day to you.

William Michaelian said...

Greetings, and thank you.