Tuesday, January 27, 2009

Great Regulars: Here's a fine poem by Chris Forhan of Indiana,

about surviving the loss of a parent, and which celebrates the lives that survive it, that go on. I especially like the parachute floating up and away, just as the lost father has gone up and away.

What My Father Left Behind

from Ted Kooser: American Life in Poetry: Column 200

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