Catch and Release
Images by natsuki from Unsplash
Get up before dawn with
bright beams, hunting worms.
Gather rods and reels.
Bobbers and hooks
make the tackle complete.
Be very, very quiet.
Don’t say a word.
We bait the hooks
and remove the fish
oh, so very gently.
All this to send them back,
anything for your Father’s Day.
Looking for more like this? Try these:
- My Father’s Black Magic Bag – Father’s Love and Magic Poetry
- I Love You! I’ll Miss You. Say Hi! – Familial Grief and Loss Poetry
- A Grandparent is in the Eye of the Beholder – Grandparent’s Day Nonfiction
- A Sweetest Day Sweetie – Grandparent Loss Poetry
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Paula Frew
Transplanted from Ohio to Kentucky to be near her only daughter and three young grandsons, the author wrote her first poem in the fourth grade. She fell in love with the form and was first published in an anthology at fourteen. A battle with multiple sclerosis has caused her to find her home in a nursing home, where she has found time to craft her poetry as well as time to teach writing to other residents. She has been published in several literary magazines and anthologies, including Ohio Bards and The Walt Whitman Anthology.
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