MY FATHER’S HANDS

My father’s hands are broad and thick
Not at all like Nicolo Pagannini’s.
My dad is a legendary violinist

Trained far away in the Ukraine.
Now he is practicing for a recital
In our back bedroom (the inner sanctum).

We live in Mexico,DF and our
House is in a bower with bougainvillea and
Hibiscus draped on the courtyard walls.
I am bold enough to ask him
(Daring to break into his fierce inner concentration)

“Dad, do you miss Russia?”
He looks up and with a look of sweet accord (Like the Angel
in Abou Ben Ahdem)
Answers.

“Son, your life will take you to many strange places. If
you are true to yourself, you will always be at home.”
“Thank you, daddy,” I say.

Dr. John Breeskin, who prefers to be called Sparky

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