Nights like tonight remind me of my dad Even though both parents I had. He was my constant laugh and lap, Taught me why the thunder would clap.
We'd read in the study by candlelights For hours together on stormy nights Through an old dog-eared copy we'd look At the pages of our favourite book.
Entitled simply "What Bird is That?" He'd help my hands turn the pages, as we'd chat I'd point and ask questions, we'd play a game Of how each bird probably got their name.
He'd ask me which bird I liked the best. He'd feign ignorance, pretending to guess. I'd ask him "Wait, I'll find it Dad!" Finding the same page each time he'd always be glad.
I'd scrunch up to his ear, and tickly-touch his beard. The way he'd look at me makes me wonder now if his eyes were actually teared. "This one, Daddy... The Superb Fairy Wren". Then tell him HE was the best of all "Superb Hairy Men!"
Every time to this day I see this little bird I can remember so warmly every word. They still remind me of my dad, and remind how hard he fought to survive. And find, in little wrens, such gratitude that he's still alive.
thatgeekgirl@netfreakankit Thank you! Was lovely to share this with my dad yesterday. After not seeing him in so long due to COVID it was beautiful being able to show him he'd been an inspiration that day