Chapter 4

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 Poems: My Daddy’s Hands, Sunset Blues, Affluence

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 hate; 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.








I’m guess these are my lesser days.

I wondering what’s been going on.

A carefree, sunny time has gone.

What’s left is neither this nor that.

The sun is low; my life seems set,

yet much is still unsaid, not done,

and who will care when I am gone?

The sky’s all red with lesser rays.




To make both ends meet,

you need at least two ends.

To handle two ends, you surely

need at least one beginning.

For that, you want some room,

and there, over time, we’ll find 

a meeting place of minds,

people, lives, ideas, friends.

It’ll take at least two of those

to make things happen. To have

us connect, let’s meet now.

In the end we’ll strike it rich.





68 Affluence


69 A Marriage


70 Lifespan of a Haiku


71 On a Medieval Painting of the Fall of Man


72 A History of Sarcasm


73 The Lovesick Anemone


74 Looking Out the Window in Autumn


75 Silent Question


76 Letters in a Drawer


77 A Bird Landing


78 Finesse


79 Sunset Blues


80 A Breakup


81 Night Secret


82 The Touch


83 Fireworks


84 My Daddy’s Hands