“It seemed so unfair: that time should render both sadness and happiness into a source of pain” – from A Fine Balance by Rohinton Mistry

Today’s PAD challenge was to write a poem about family


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Can’t Separate

Can’t separate me from the past
my grandfather’s desertion
my grandmother’s tenacity
the stories told and retold
by the aunts who remember

Can’t separate me from my childhood
Dad’s bellowing and invented words
Mom’s steadfastness and silly jokes
brothers by my side, happy or not
supper in the kitchen every night

Can’t separate me from those cousins
who made paper dolls for me
we swam and skated and pretended
and whispered into the night
those first and forever friends

Can’t separate me from my husband
who made a new family with me
who grew and stumbled by my side
the one who really knows me
and loves me anyway

Can’t separate me from my offspring
flesh of my flesh who look like their dad
my babies grown up too soon
across state lines and time zones
in joy and sorrow, mine

Can’t separate me from this next generation
the little ones who let me love on them
these two with bits of me inside
this hope for the future
this family of mine

Father’s Day Thoughts

“I learned much later – after he was dead, in fact, the time when we so often learn fundamental things about our parents…” – from One Writer’s Beginnings by Eudora Welty

Why is it it takes so long sometimes for us to understand each other? Why didn’t I understand as a teenager that everything Dad threatened was not actually what he would do? I didn’t appreciate what a challenging task he faced in trying to parent when he barely remembered his own father. I didn’t appreciate how difficult it must have been to be a good father when he’d been brought up without one. It must have been especially hard to know what to do with me, his only girl. I can’t remember him saying “I love you,” until after I started college.

I didn’t realize how much he wanted me to succeed. He supported my desire to go to college and I wanted to follow in his footsteps, so I majored in marketing. He didn’t say a lot when I got engaged after two years, and got married instead of returning to school. Except for right before he walked me down the aisle. My hand was in the crook of his arm when he turned to me and asked, “Are you sure?”

He always seemed to struggle with showing his concern. Sometimes he was too hard on me. Sometimes, because he worried, he didn’t say anything at all. He didn’t show excitement when I got pregnant, but then he would warm up to the idea over time, or maybe he became resigned to the fact that there was nothing he could do about it. By the third pregnancy I decided I wouldn’t care what he thought, and by the fourth I think he realized we were going to be okay. But, no matter what, he was there or on his way to the hospital with each birth. He was happy to be a grandpa.

I missed him so much when, after having four kids, I finally walked across the stage to receive my degree in Elementary Education. I wish my children had been able to spend more time with him; to grow into the special nickname he had for each one of them. My oldest was 15 when Dad died. He wasn’t there for any graduations, or the wedding of that oldest, or the birth of his two great grandchildren.

I tell my husband and my son “Happy Father’s Day” , but I wish I could still say it to Dad.



The prompt for Day 16 of PAD was to write about a food establishment.  This one was hard for me. First I brainstormed places from my childhood, but we didn’t eat out often. One place, though, that came to mind was the Varsity in in Athens, GA. Every summer when we went to visit Grandma and Great-Aunt Marie, we’d usually have a meal at the Varsity. I also remember a few Friday nights when we drove to McDonald’s on Beach Blvd. in Jacksonville, before indoor seating. My two brothers and I would eat in the backseat, with our food spread out across the rear dash. It was a real treat.

As a teen, our hangouts were Pizza Hut, Denny’s and Krystal. But, my first job, besides babysitting, was at Burger King. That red polyester uniform wasn’t too flattering, or too comfortable in the summer.

Two of our children worked at Dairy Queen during high school.  Those were the years we enjoyed numerous ice cream cakes, and my son would always make me a very large diet vanilla coke that was addictive.

There are many more places I could have written about, but the sweet memories attached to Dan’s Sandwich Shop were the ones I decided to reminisce  over.




Saturday afternoons in my teen years
sometimes held a special treat
We’d order from Dan’s Sandwich Shop
and I would get a limeade
We always brought the food home
to eat at the kitchen table
Those were the Saturdays
I didn’t have to make Dad
a sliced pineapple sandwich with mayo
I still can’t find a limeade
that tastes the same