Saturday, June 17, 2017

My father wrote


In one letter home to my mother during World War II, my father wrote, “All I want to do when I get home is put a fence around the place and raise grapes and kids.” And that’s just what they did. Without the fence, of course. As if there’s ever been such a silly thing that could keep fear out, or keep love in.



2 comments:

Jonathan Chant said...

And another work of great beauty. Thank you, William.

William Michaelian said...

And I thank you, Jonathan.