Long ago
Before my memory formed
I learned that letters form words
I sat on my father’s lap
I am told
In the small apartment
One bedroom
Over a garage
Around the corner
From my mother’s family home
Come evening
I sat on my father’s lap
My sober laughing father
Long before alcohol and illness
Stole his laughter
I sat
Snuggling close
I am told
As he read the newspaper
Every day
Long before we owned a TV
Although even then
He preferred reading the news
He read aloud
Right through the paper
News and opinions
Obituaries and ads
I am told
And so I learned
I am told
In those small evenings
That letters make words
And words make meaning
And meanings make feelings
And later, in the time of memory
Those words and meanings
Made a retreat for me
A cave of words
A security of worlds
A beauty of escape
From my once gentle father
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The narrator reminisces about their childhood, sitting on their father’s lap in a small apartment. Their father used to read the newspaper out loud, instilling in the narrator an understanding of how letters form words, and words create meaning and feelings. This experience provided the narrator with a form of solace and escape from their once jovial father.
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