Showing posts with label fathers-and-sons. Show all posts
Showing posts with label fathers-and-sons. Show all posts

Tuesday, September 27, 2022

My Father Wading Toward Me

My father was from that generation of men
who always wore a hat outside.

After he died, I dreamt repeatedly
that he was wading up a small river
toward me, looking to me for help.

We didn't speak. I feared I was
failing him. He wasn't wearing a hat.

Where was his hat?


hans ostrom 2022