I find it very interesting to be in the fortunate position of being a son to my father and a father to my daughter at once. I get to wish him a Happy Father’s Day in the morning and have dinner with her tonight. It’s a wonderful and complicated thing to inhabit these two roles, and of course, each continually informs the other.
I chose these two poems for the day and hope you enjoy my reading of them and some of the background I provide. One poem I found completely by accident, and the other, which I’ve known for years, never fails to move me to reflect both on my own childhood and the one I helped provide for my daughter.
In Which I Read Two Poems — 'Bed' and 'Those Winter Sundays' —for Father's Day