My Father and I
By luigi_pagano
Sat, 29 Jul 2017
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Fish weren’t safe in the Lake Ceresio
when dad, with a rod, a line and bait,
went fishing on the Melĭde causeway
with me, a young spectator, at his side.
He was quite prepared for a long wait
but as soon as the hook hit the water
tenches and trouts fought each other
for the privilege to have the first bite.
To say that the shoal was copious
is the truth and not an exaggeration,
which some devotees are prone to do
when describing the size of their haul.
Many worms and plenty of catch later
it was time to pack up, leave the site;
the creel was a lacustrine cornucopia
full of delicacies for the dinner table.
This was my dad’s favourite pastime
for which he lived and ultimately died
as unfortunately he suffered a stroke
whilst reeling in an unwilling fish.
I wasn’t by his side when it happened
but flew home as quickly as I could.
I hoped that he’d be let off the hook,
that he’d recover, but he never did.
© Luigi Pagano 2017
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How lovely to have this vivid
Permalink Submitted by Philip Sidney on
How lovely to have this vivid memory of your father and sad your hopes were not fulfilled.
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Recollections like these are
Permalink Submitted by skinner_jennifer on
Recollections like these are there to treasure forever. Thank you for sharing your trip down memory lane Luigi.
Jenny. xx
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A lovely mixture of happy and
A lovely mixture of happy and poignant memories, touched with your sparkles of humour, Luigi, and bringing in skilful use of unusual words to enrich! Rhiannon
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