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Forever 42

Updated: Jul 6, 2021


The closest I came to touching my dad lives in my imagination.

In his dying days, my mother,

Pregnant, believes this third child will be a boy, wants to name it Peter.

I see my dad put his head on her tummy.

"Naw, this is a girl," he says through tired, sad eyes.

Tina Louise dribbled off his tongue like honey off a biscuit.

And I am tied to the ghost of a man like buttons on his favorite shirt.

My father, forever 42.



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Ohh, I like that comments of yours too, Tina!

いいね!

They say Father Knows Best. Such a sweet story; makes me want to read more.

いいね!

Lovely, Tina. And I love these old photos!

いいね!
Tina Neyer
Tina Neyer
2021年6月21日
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Thank you. As much as I have moved on from this reality, it continues to be my very definition.

いいね!

I loved your poem about your dad! My favorite line: "And I am tied to the ghost of a man like buttons on his favorite shirt."

いいね!
Tina Neyer
Tina Neyer
2021年6月21日
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Nancy, thank you for the read backs. We muddle through, don't we?

いいね!
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