When Father Died

I wrote this for this week’s   Friday Fictioneers hosted by Rochelle     100 words  (or so)  based on the photo prompt below.  Come join us!


When Father Died

They asked Mother
what else she wanted
along with Father’s body
and she handed them
his PhD.

He was a great scholar.
He knew absolutely
what living in freedom
was supposed to mean.
Mother handed them
the golden

She knew he’d know
he didn’t believe in
She was just never able
to convince Father
to get a PhD in life
and so she earned it
for him.

He said
that one
mattered more
and so
he always thanked her for it.


photo © Rochelle Wisoff-Fields

17 thoughts on “When Father Died

  1. Ellespeth, A PhD., especially from a western country like the U.K. or the U.S., still means a great deal in India. I would keep my husbands records for our children. He earned a Ph.D. in the U.K. Oddly, his advanced education sometimes kept him from getting certain jobs in the U.S. later on. The term used was “over qualified.” He sometimes fell back on his own consulting business. The main benefit has been that he earned more U.S. Social Security while he was working because of his highter salary. It doesn’t stretch far in the U.S., but it goes much farther in India. That’s mainly why we moved here. He also owned a flat here. Our money is in U.S. banks though. Good piece and well written. 🙂 —Susan


    • Hi Rochelle ~
      I’m glad to read people’s comments about this poem. It bypassed my brain and went straight to my fingertips. Thanks for reading and commenting.
      I’m happy to see you’ve recovered from celebrating the big six-oh!


    • Hi Nan ~
      I wonder if you’re really asked that question when a loved one is going to be cremated? I suppose so…and that would be difficult. Thanks for passing by and reading this piece.


    • Yes, maybe so, Janet. I’ve heard several friends say that their PhD ‘let them down’ or ‘held them back’. Perhaps he once said something like this to his wife – in more detail. I’m glad you passed by to read this one.


    • That could be, Bjorn. I imagine she had to dig through lots of old junk to find it. I’m trying to expand into more than writing poetry and may make a real short story about this poem image. Glad you passed by!


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