I had a conversation with a man of my Senior.
Coffee with one milk complexion, he reached out to shake my hand.
Familiar in features, but he was shorter in stature and his mass was leaner.
Blue collar abbrassions on his palms, his attire was white collar, and his greeting was warmer than high noon on beach sand.
Coffee with one milk complexion, he reached out to shake my hand.
Familiar in features, but he was shorter in stature and his mass was leaner.
Blue collar abbrassions on his palms, his attire was white collar, and his greeting was warmer than high noon on beach sand.
He said, "I'm proud of the man you've become."
"Who does he think I am?", I thought.
Visual imagery, I tapped recalled memory, with my temporal lobe banging like a brass drum.
Grin on his face, confusion on mine, short term and long term memories collide while my mind is being imprisoned by one moment in time that I sought.
"Who does he think I am?", I thought.
Visual imagery, I tapped recalled memory, with my temporal lobe banging like a brass drum.
Grin on his face, confusion on mine, short term and long term memories collide while my mind is being imprisoned by one moment in time that I sought.
He said, "Don't worry, you won't remember our meeting. You were too young, with an older brother and younger sister."
Salt and pepper hair dates 58 with a sense of confidence earned by life.
"I was friend of your Mom's, I told her, no matter what happened, I'll always be with her."
Sarcastically spoken I said, "You must have broken your word, or else I would remember. Seen you in the audience when I took the hand of my wife."
Sarcastically spoken I said, "You must have broken your word, or else I would remember. Seen you in the audience when I took the hand of my wife."
"Son..."
"Wait! My Father passed, my name is Marcques, same name I gave to my son!"
"I know. I was there when you was given you name, before your birth."
"So what happened?" It still doesn't explain why I can't make the tone of my voice mirrored in his voice and his familiar face shone in the sun.
"I was on-call for work, and moved away once my job was done of instilling self-worth."
"In whom? Do I know your children?"
"Yes", he replied.
"Three, but only one remembers."
"Love them all and prevent harm I tried."
We played so hard, my oldest broke his arm. My middle never got a chance to see me on his 5th birthday in September."
"September what? Mine is the 11."
"I know! Born at night, premature, during labor you didn't put up much of a fight. "
Puzzled look on my face at a rare moment of no rebuttal, he said," I'm sorry you don't remember me, I had to go up to Heaven."
"Wait! My Father passed, my name is Marcques, same name I gave to my son!"
"I know. I was there when you was given you name, before your birth."
"So what happened?" It still doesn't explain why I can't make the tone of my voice mirrored in his voice and his familiar face shone in the sun.
"I was on-call for work, and moved away once my job was done of instilling self-worth."
"In whom? Do I know your children?"
"Yes", he replied.
"Three, but only one remembers."
"Love them all and prevent harm I tried."
We played so hard, my oldest broke his arm. My middle never got a chance to see me on his 5th birthday in September."
"September what? Mine is the 11."
"I know! Born at night, premature, during labor you didn't put up much of a fight. "
Puzzled look on my face at a rare moment of no rebuttal, he said," I'm sorry you don't remember me, I had to go up to Heaven."
At that moment, he smiled, pulled me in with a hug and said, "Always be there for your kids, how I wanted with you."
Then turned around to walk away saying, "Love you my son, look out for my other two."
Then turned around to walk away saying, "Love you my son, look out for my other two."
Rest In Peace Daddy
Arch1tekt™
Nice piece bro - very well written. Hopefully all other fathers that read this will take heed.
ReplyDeleteMost appreciated. Father /children interaction is a must and is gravely needed. It's evident in the lack of discipline, structure, and morals in today's generation.
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