AUTHOR’S NOTE

This was written spur of the moment in response to a post on one of the group sites that I belong to on Father’s Day of this year. I have had very good responses from those few that I have chosen to share it with, and it was suggested by a few of them that I might want to share it with others. But I am a somewhat unschooled writer. I write by inspiration alone, inspired by events and people around me, or, as was the case with this story, by something that I have read or heard or even by a random thread of memory. I do not go seeking the words by choice, they simply come of their own accord.

Here in New Zealand father’s day is approaching, adds appear on TV or are heard on the radio; For that special gift. This is a poem about father’s day.

Torn up scraps of cards you never wanted to receive in your new little world, only just too far away to touch.

A previous short story contest that was to be about Humor: fiction, fathers day at the beach and a purple turtle. Had a lot of fun writing this and took third place in the contest. It was a wonderful surprise!

The Mace Girls find a way to stay cool.

A Poem for Fathers and Daughters.

Among the stories you have heard in this world you can read mine.

This is a poem I wrote on Father’s Day as I sat in the grass next to my son’s grave.

A father reaches out about his regrets for decisions that led him to a life apart from his children.

Father’s Day poem