An Old Man’s Tale

father and son

Fragile as a butterfly.

Crimson sunset coming through the window,

Touching a wrinkled forehead of an old man.

His worn-out hands slightly trembling,

While he is weaving perhaps his last basket.


His cell phone starts vibrating on a wooden shelf.

He does not hear the rattling of the vibration mode,

Yet he feels his son calling him on this odd device,

So different from everything he grew up with.


His son greats him and speaks in a soft voice,

Trying not to disturb his father’s fragile soul.

Overwhelmed by concern about his old man,

He tries not to show it in his voice.


“Who is going to finish this basket,

Should I depart prematurely, my son?”

“Do not worry, father, an unfinished basket

will mean you have been active till the end.”


Take care,

Helena Smole, author of:

– a fantasy novel with romance Vivvy and Izzy the Dwarf: A series about relationships

Balancing the Beast, a book offering a bright view of schizoaffective disorder ˗ bipolar or manic-depressive type

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