My Father’s Hands – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

At dVerse Frank is hosting the Haibun with an invitation to write about memory.

dVerse Poets – Haibun – Memory

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“My father took my hand and said, ‘Let’s go.'” Stephen Joseph Mitskavich

My Father’s Hands

My father’s hands are always with me. they were sometimes dark and sinister when riled, indifferent when preoccupied, and tender in my best memory. His hands were strong, at times too strong, a miner’s hands all dented and calloused, a boxer’s hands like steel, a gardeners hands covered in dirt. His hands were too big for fine work, instead he dug the yard, a quarter acre, all fruit and veg. He once lifted the back end of his ford while I changed the flat, I couldn’t argue with that.

My fondest memory lingers, a holiday at the seaside, a bucket and spade and sand castles. Walking in the water, walking home, my bucket in one hand, my other in his hand, the sun at our backs, adventure ahead. No matter the times of fear which came later, then he made the world right, the waves and paths, the people, all was well, we marched together and took the world. I can still feel those hands.

My father’s big hands

sometimes tender, mostly work

he was winter and sun.

Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon
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Filed under awareness, beach, Haibun, Haiku, life, memory, poem, quote

26 responses to “My Father’s Hands – Haibun by Paul Vincent Cannon

  1. Wonderful tribute 💙


  2. This was beautiful! He probably literally broke his body working so hard. I know many men from that era who did. ❤

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  3. A beautiful tribute to your dad.

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  4. Precious memories, Paul.

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  5. Love this!

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  6. A wonderful haibun memory, Paul. I love all the descriptions of your father’s hands. You describe this so well, I can feel like I am there following your down the beach.

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  7. A tender and touching haibun, Paul.

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  8. This is such a moving tribute to your dad. The haibun form was perfect for it.

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  9. lync56

    A beautifully personal poem


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  10. People – and parents – are so complicated! It’s good to have some special, beautiful memories in the mixture; it’s probably crucial.

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  11. I love the contradictions expressed with those hands (both moon and sun)

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