As another way of celebrating Father's Day, I've dipped into an anthology titled Fathers: A Collection of Poems edited by David Ray and Judy Ray [811.008 FAT] and come up with this one for today:
My Father's WrenchStop by A Year of Reading where I'm sure there will be other father poems to explore!
by Peter Markus
The metal feels cold
in my hands
like I'm shaking
my father's hand.
My father's hands
were big-knuckled
bastards, callused,
dirt and grease
beneath the nails.
I grip the wrench,
look for a loose
nut that needs
tightening, something
that won't be hard
to fix.
3 comments:
Don't we all continue to try to live up to our fathers?
Good point--especially for men.
I just gave some of my husband's tools to my son-in-law, who was in awe of the receiving them. This poem shows such emotion, from man to man, & I'm not sure many of us women understand. Lovely Diane. Thank you.
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