When my Father echoes

My Father –
there isn’t a day
that I don’t think of him.

But gratitude is an
omnipresent spirit.



The man who told me
to keep my eyes to the stars –
and then we would go
to the Alder Planetarium
to get a little closer.
The Museum Campus
on the Chicago lakefront
was an omnipresent place
riding bikes on the lake
or to Lincoln Park zoo –
the mastery of curve balls
at Marigold Bowl
on oiled lanes –
mandates to keep
my nose in
books.

Through the grace
of many segues

by way of my Father
I learned the intricacies
of my humanity.

I thought everybody’s Daddy
did that –
and when I learned
that it wasn’t the case.


I was never able
to reconcile how

any soul could

fathom the
abandonment of
the highest calling.
Even to this day.


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About Shun P. Writes

Author, Amateur Genealogist, Writer, Poet, possessor of 2 cents, blogger and eternal student of life, who harbors a firm belief in his Grandmother's mantra that: "People need to get off of their rump and do something". All while keeping in mind that a cheering section will often get in the way.