Tag Archives: Fathers’ Day

BOB THURBER: Father’s Day Again (For Sarah Kate 1980-2010)

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I still can’t get through a week without thinking about her.
Some deep-rooted memory sparks, my heart ignites, my thoughts wander.
She feels close. Alive again. If not in this house, this town, then the next.
In my heart no time has lapsed since I last saw my daughter’s smile.

Bob Thurber is the author of six books. Regarded as a master of Flash and Micro Fiction, his work has appeared in Esquire and other magazines, been anthologized 60 times, received a long list of awards, and been utilized in schools and colleges throughout the world. He resides in Massachusetts. Visit his website at BobThurber.net.

EILEEN MARDRES: To Be a Father

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My sons. Fathers. Labour and birth. Nocturnal baby cries. Partners’ children, now your own. Teacher conferences, school field trips, patient games of chess. Working hard. Paying (hard). Concerts, dance recitals, sports, and more. Escorting brides, assisting grooms. Long days in hospital rooms. Tears shed. Laughter shared. Love, not biology, defines.

Eileen is a mother to four loving and supportive fathers, all of whom make her proud.

CARRIE: Once a Father, Always a Father

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One crisp wafer cone. Two scoops of chocolate ice cream, hastily piled. Third Sunday of June, every year.

Lonely walk across unruly grass that tickles at exposed ankles, in search of a serenity found only among abandoned tombstones.

When you arrive, a tearful, tender whisper to yourself: “Happy Father’s Day.”

Carrie is morose, taciturn, and perpetually hungry, but only one of these traits is inherited from her father.

My Fathers’ Day Gifts

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I gave my dad a pair of socks for Fathers’ Day. They were gray and had a mouse face on them with whiskers sticking out from the toes.

They were a gag gift, but he wore them all day.

I also paid to reattach his toe after the cat incident.