My father's gift

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I remember hearing my father's voice

      from beyond the grave.

      No dream—a single, scratchy vinyl

      had captured his characteristic

      lilting, homiletic style,

      that seemed,

       in and of itself,

       to be the message—

       no surprises there,

       nor flights,

       yet a resonance

       that touched

       and stays with me

       a half a century later,

       informing

       my very 

       own.

 

Bill Denham from Death Will Come

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◄ The day before the croquet match

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