Sunday, August 13, 2017

Stand Like A Rock

I didn’t know it then but he was my rock.  I knew he had medal from the war that he never talked about.  He still painted in those days and our house was full of books on techniques, easels and brushes. 

Sometimes at night he would pick up a flute and we would be treated to music divine.  Much of my childhood was spent in visits to doctors and it was him who ferried me around, desperately seeking a cure.

So what is lesson of fatherhood then?  It is the strength to stand firm and unwavering.  Stand like a rock!


Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Some musing this week.  A bit personal maybe but it was my father's birthday on the 12th of this month.  He would have been 89 this year. He was a great father and an extraordinarily talented man.

As a young cadet in the IMA

His painting
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Thursday, August 03, 2017

Wilted Lies

PHOTO PROMPT © Dale Rogerson

The flowers were delivered early in the morning.  He still remembered my favourites I could see.  The beautiful orange sepals of the bird of paradise stood out drawing attention to their beauty.  The dazzling purple irises bringing back memories of happier times and there was a peace lily thrown in too. 

Then my eyes fell on the neatly stacked boxes lined up against the wall and interrupted the trip down the sentimental memory lane.

My lips flickered in a wry smile.  I wonder if he knew that the Strelitzia is considered to be a symbol of faithfulness, love, and thoughtfulness.


Written for Friday Fictioneers Word Count : 100.

Initially I was lacking inspiration this week.  Floral intents and purposes it really felt nipped in the bud.  Sometimes a photo can put you in that orchid position.  But I've got one in now, not taking a leaf of absence

A picture with flowers deserves a song about flowers, with two of my favourite artists.

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