I put together a recording of my poem, My Father’s Favorite.

The poem is about the favorite things he cherished more than anything in the world.

The first time I read it at a poetry reading I had to stop twice from getting emotional. I got choked up reliving the memories as I read.

This is one of the joys I take comfort in when reading my poetry aloud. I am able to expend energy that is locked up within.

Even as I recorded this, I got choked up again and again. It was after 40 takes or so that I was able to finally say (I think) that this is done.

I debut the recording here.

You can read the poem here.

Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.
Robert Frost