That about sums up my own childhood too. Thank you, Stephen Berg.
I send this to my father, now ash, spread out I don't know where. Probably on our farm...
For once, a poem that actually speaks to me, that found me where I am.
Thank you for publishing this. This is a beautiful narrative poem, spare and considered, that renders the common furniture of life into artifacts both sacred and unforgettable.
Thanks for this, Stephen. I wanted to say that the title, the word "Lament," got me ready to listen. I did read/hear it three times. Can't remember when a poem touched me so deeply. Inspiring, to say the least.