This is a tribute to the man who raised me. We haven't always saw eye to eye. It's only been in the last few years that we have began to get along. This occurred after I understood his intentions were only pure.
Moving on with motherhood after disappearance of the baby's father.
The intensiveness and the vulnerability of relations make them them the most elusive and sought after asset of this world.
Just an exchange of emotions between an ailing father and his son.
A few lines, which might not sound rhythmical but, the relationship in this poem does not need any rhyme and rhythm at all ! Was written in England before moving to Denmark.
As we approach father's day all I hear is about the men who are not fathers. Sadly this imagery is projected as the dominant imagery of masculinity. What about the true meaning of fatherhood and the men who are excellent father? I want to express gratitude to all the fathers and encou...
Writing the story of my father may only be an exercise in my own self --healing, but it may strike a chord in sons of other fathers as well.