By Kip Knott
Your father, wearing the battered Timex he found in the tall grass along the freeway.
Your mother, wearing black pants to hide the varicose veins she always blamed you for.
My mother, wearing the gaudy diamond ring of the new husband she told to stay home.
You, in the ivory dress you bought at Goodwill and let out to make room for your swelling belly.
Me, wearing my father’s hand-me-down black suit, the same one he wore two years before at the funeral for our premature daughter who arrived and departed before we ever had the chance to say “I do.”
Wonderful in so many ways. Each sentence is like a brush stroke, building to the unveiling of the completed picture.
Thank you! That’s exactly what I was trying to do!
You captured a lifetime of generations describing it through showing and not telling. You have a gift. You should write your memoirs
Thank you! I don’t know if I can afford the therapy I’d need to write my memoirs.
I understand but now some of those memories that I had have been turned into great stories. You are a gifted writer
Thank you so much!
Elegantly layered story.
Thank you so much!
Hello Kip,
Awesome ! Reminds me of a poem by Natasha Trethewy titled “How the Past Comes Back”.
Thank you! I love that poem by Trethewey.
Love the portrait you’ve given us here!
Thank you!
I loved the way you used photos as the vehicle for your story. Well done ?
Sorry, that was supposed to be an !
Thank you!
so much said-and unsaid.
A great panorama of life. Very well done.
Thank you very much!
I love this. I feel this.
Thank you! I really appreciate it!