I have hundreds of copies of my father’s poems in boxes and folders. He wrote a poem or two most days of his adult life, and many more in retirement, and sent me carbon copies of his latest ones every week after I left home.
I have hundreds of copies of my father’s poems in boxes and folders. He wrote a poem or two most days of his adult life, and many more in retirement, and sent me carbon copies of his latest ones every week after I left home.