Fathers Day

This Fathers Day my husband requested I not make a fuss on Face Book about anything around it in our home. There's too much sharing on social media these days for our comfort and though I blog about all things personal, even I'm developing a bit of a privacy reflex when it comes to the crowded world of FB.

Sugared almonds, fathers and brothers

North End, Boston

Many years ago, Gabriel Garcia Marquez crafted a Pavlovian association for me with almonds. I'm sure many, many others too think of the bitter smell of cyanide and a tired man forfeiting his battle with disappointment ('Love in the time of cholera'). Yet I had strong memories of almonds in my life before, though I'd all but forgotten. 

They had to do with my father and brother. They were not bitter.

Threads that make me ME

The moods that flit across my face

Are way too slow to match the pace

    Of my tumbling streams of thought.

I've ideas, plans and then some more,

Dreams and stories in my store,

    Whether or not I ought.

For some may say my childhood asks

That grins and giggles be my tasks

    But I really don't agree.

My questions, tantrums, even whine,

Are threads that deftly intertwine, 

   To make me fully ME.