Vignettes in this chapter are short poems packaged as mini-dramas, comedies, or dramedies ranging from the mundane to small revelations we can encounter anytime.
Sample Poem: My Daddy’s Hands
My Daddy’s Hands
When I, a little baby boy, was reaching for
my father’s huge index finger, I didn’t know
what I’m now starting to remember:
that daddy was beyond happy.
But there came a time of misconceptions
and later, rage; tears shed, but in the
open only once. Late came the hour
I could’ve held his old, beautiful hands.
My hands never resembled his, except
for my index finger and thumb. His gently
playing with my tiny, tiny finger lives on
beyond the years in my own empty hands.
69 A Marriage
71 On a Medieval Painting of the Fall of Man
72 A History of Sarcasm
74 Looking Out the Window in Autumn
75 Silent Question
76 Letters in a Drawer
77 A Bird Landing
79 Sunset Blues
80 A Breakup
81 Night Secret
82 The Touch
84 My Daddy’s Hands