To Bob
My son is not another me. He stands alone to find his place. If he has guts and drive to spare, his niche in life will wait for him. It’s not for me to say which way but only to guide if I am sure. Not sure of what I want for him […]
The Poems of David Garlick
My son is not another me. He stands alone to find his place. If he has guts and drive to spare, his niche in life will wait for him. It’s not for me to say which way but only to guide if I am sure. Not sure of what I want for him […]
I have a brother far, far away. With wife and child welded as one. I only wish that we could see more of them now and then. The years have passed so quickly and our paths so seldom cross. That even when we meet to speak the spontaneity that used to be has gone […]
Little wealth have we but it’s more than enough; for our hearts are full as the sea. Our family, wide as an ocean stretch, far as a mind can be. And all our friends, like moons and stars, revolve in a timeless way; through our lives and times in an endless parade, as bright […]
He stood by the bar, elbows a-leaning, foot on the brass rail, beer in his hand. “Have a good day?” said the man chewing peanuts. “Yes good, had a great Daughters Day.” “What’s a daughters day mate?” Said the man with the peanuts. Carl was his name, if my memory serves. “A day with […]