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Labor of love

More often than not,
we call up our fathers
asking whereabouts of our mothers.
Some like me, end up seeking advice 
for sorting our professional messes. 
That's about it.
The depth of our conversations
with our sires.
Stammered, hesitant splutters.
Not knowing where to start
and what to talk about.
Silent acceptance of his role. 
An unspoken understanding. 
Somewhere in the labor of steering
the family, 
fathers become that strict, sidelined
non-indulging parent,
nurturing dutifully. 
But 'neath that tough, 
difficult facade, 
he is brimming with love. 
Gallons and gallons of love.
Strengthening us.
To face the struggles of survival. 


Happy father's day


June 13, 2023, prompt: In 99 words (no more, no less), write a story about fathers in general, or a specific father. You can use different names — Papa, Daddy, Fabio. What is significant about a father? Write an homage, rant, comedy, tragedy, or anything in between. Go where the prompt leads!


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Welfare unto all 
Rab rakha 

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  1. This allowed me to feel how much live there was hidden in plain sight. Very nice thank you.

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    1. That's how father's are trained to be. Aren't they?

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