Dear friends,
I've another Tanka Tuesday poem to share, and it includes a story. Yvette invited interested folks to write a poem about resilience and pointed out that life teaches us to "push through our obstacles." When I read that line, my thoughts went immediately to my father and our men and women in uniform.
Many in my extended family served, but I know very little about their experience. None of them talk about it. WWII, Vietnam, Middle East -- Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines -- not one talks about it. But all of them "push through" their obstacles, even if those hurdles are not visible.
When I looked through my family photo album, I saw images of my dad in his Navy uniform, and I saw pictures of him post-war working in the fields. I only knew him as a farmer, but it struck me that both soldiers and farmers trudge across barren land. Maybe we all do -- figuratively.
My simple, two-stanza tanka:
I've another Tanka Tuesday poem to share, and it includes a story. Yvette invited interested folks to write a poem about resilience and pointed out that life teaches us to "push through our obstacles." When I read that line, my thoughts went immediately to my father and our men and women in uniform.
Many in my extended family served, but I know very little about their experience. None of them talk about it. WWII, Vietnam, Middle East -- Army, Navy, Airforce, Marines -- not one talks about it. But all of them "push through" their obstacles, even if those hurdles are not visible.
When I looked through my family photo album, I saw images of my dad in his Navy uniform, and I saw pictures of him post-war working in the fields. I only knew him as a farmer, but it struck me that both soldiers and farmers trudge across barren land. Maybe we all do -- figuratively.
My simple, two-stanza tanka:
I hope the rest of your week is blessed with much laughter. And whatever you might be doing for country and/or for family, thank you. Your legacy will not be forgotten.😊
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