Dreams and Tales of my father.



One of the days i used to long for, while young, were those we would sit down with my dad. Days he would cheerfully narrate how he would one day take us to Maasai Mara National Park, to have a good time, and most of all, eat crocodile meat. And i would think “this must be an awesome place, and i can’t wait to go there”. Couldn’t really tell if he, himself had ever eaten some, it never occurred to me, to ask him. The tale itself was self satisfying. These are days that would make me sleep and wake up in a good mood, days i would proudly retell to my friends back then, and they would all be surprised just like i was, on how people eat crocodile meat, what it would taste like, and those were good days. Better days than when he would come drunk and…

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About Jonathan Caswell

Mr. Caswell has been composing poetry at least since High School. He has been on WORD PRESS for ten years and contributes to two other blogs beside this one. This blog has a Christian emphasis but all bloggers are welcome. Mr. Caswell chooses to---with permission--re[post material of interest

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