To the mighty flow of the Hudson river.
Whooshing me out seven blocks away
on a warming Solstice day in to my father's embrace.
As I grew I watched him...
He read the daily newspaper front to back.
But he never played a game of cards.
Our mother taught us kids how to deal a deck.
He never played Monopoly, Life, Operation or Candyland.
I dislike card games... And I found where I want to live out my
life by reading a newspaper, front to back.
But he did say: Read a book. Listen to music. Look it up in the dictionary.
Take a walk outdoors. He bought encyclopedias A-Z.
I enjoy most people. But. Solitary interests. My apple is close to his tree.
I am a contented homebody.
He never took us out for a meal.
'There is food in the house.
You don't need to go out to the diner or for pizza.'
My cooking skills are quite good, and has expanded me
Into other countries around the entire world. Scent and flavor
of Moroccan chicken. Za'atar on my melted feta. Haggis, no, never.
But Dad would savor it; head cheese; kidneys in his pot as
the smell of urine filled the kitchen. Never in my home.
The walks he took us on were to:
The grocer where he studied labels before it was popular.
The cemetery to visit his relatives.
A brisk walk up to the bank on the corner...'Wait out here.'
The meandering on side streets to look at architecture of buildings.
Then on to view the mighty Hudson River, 'this lifeblood' of earth.
Our twin sisters grave marker. 'It is their resting place', he said.
It is a DNA photograph in my mitochondrial cells.
At times, I long for another walk along those gray rows.
People do not need to be present for you to love them eternally.
He taught me without many words.
Being alone is ok.
It opens up your mind to everything...