35 Degrees

I haven’t written anything for a long time. I am writing back today in honor of my father whose death anniversary we are commemorating.

My father gave me my first book, my first writing material and my first edited letter. Yes, you read it right  “edited letter”.  Whenever i was away from home back then i will write him a letter and he will send it back to me with corresponding corrections.

He gave me the best gift – the gift of words. We would play scrabble together. I never won; not that he was very competetive but simply because he wanted me to learn play up with words and hopefully win (it never happened; he was a walking dictionary). We would buy newspapers everyday only to keep up with the daily crossword puzzle challenge.

He once told me i have the gift of imagination. And he said ” write where your imagination leads you.” Later in life when i began writing in school he told me “now is the time for you to write where your heart leads you; the power of our imagination is so strong but the power of our hearts where love resides is stronger.”


35 Degrees


Its 35 degrees on a hot summer day

No one anticipated it

Nobody expected  it would come

But it happened

It rained

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

Nobody anticipated

No one expected

Yet it happened

Just as you went away

On a 35 degrees hot summer day

For Once – Ghazal

No one doubted your love, not once

you will never escape from our memory, not once.




Thank you papa for the wonderful gift you left behind. You will forever live in my words and you will forever come alive in my imagination but i assure you, you will always and forever be in my heart where love resides eternally.
I would like to thank my dear followers for standing by while i was away. Special thanks to Kate of https://aroused.blog , Gina of https://alifelesslivedblog.wordpress.com, Irma of Iidorun, https://iidorun.wordpress.com, Jules of dailyjewelsbyjules.wordpress.com
for the daily dose of writing inspiration.


  1. Mich this is absolutely beautiful. What a wonderful man your father was. What a wonderful gift he gave to you. Thankyou so much for sharing this with us. Much love to you today. Xx

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  2. Lovely tribute to a very special man Mich … and thanks so much for the mention!

    You are always welcome .. my great aunt had a lot in common with your Father. A walking dictionary, nobody could beat her at scrabble and she did the daily cryptic crosswords until her death just before her hundredth birthday!

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      1. then it must be super tough to lose that adoration … doesn’t happen often so you were very blessed … but hey your hubby thinks the same 🙂


  3. It’s great to “see” you back in this side of town again!

    Your father was an awesome man to have distilled such a love of writing and words into you. You are so blessed to have had someone like him in your life. 🙂

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  4. it sounds sloppy when i confess, but i cried reading this but it moves me beyond words. the gifts your father has given you are priceless and foe eternity, also may i add a legacy, i see it in your beautiful girl, so far the one i have spoken to that is and know it would surely be the same with the others. “He gave me the best gift – the gift of words.” these were the most powerful words in your writing my dear friend. and yes the gift of imagination too. you had a most inspiring father and I know he felt the same if not even more pride for you. ah Scrabble brings me good memories of my dad too, checking the dictionary and arguing over words, the day came when we knew more than he did, that made him proud too. thank you for writing this, I know how painful it can be to be so open. In not hiding you are healing. i will treasure your memory with your dad.

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    1. Thank you Gina for your kind words…losing a great man is really hard and relieving the pain of losing over and over again is harder…but if there is one thing i am most thankful about my father is that he never fails to inspire me even now that he is gone..remembering him on his death anniversary basically prompted me to go back blogging….
      And oh, the scrabble …ahhhh…twas such an always an eventful activity at home back then…i once told him to join a scrabble tournament, if there is any…..

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  5. Thank you for your kindness… I was reading your post because of the writing and father connection. While I never really got encouragement from my father about writing, I knew he wrote sci-fi. He was good with words… So I would like to think my gift of writing came from him… (gone almost 20 years now).

    May our father’s memories be for blessings.

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  6. Oh, Mich, what a beautiful tribute to an amazing man…your Papa!
    I have sad-tears that he died.
    I have joy-tears that he gave you such a beautiful gift! I know you have probably already passed that gift on to your children!
    I know every time you read or write you think of him…which is every day. He is with you every day. 🙂
    Oh, I wish more parents would do for their children what your Papa did for you!


    1. He is absolutely i always thought of when i write..and yes my girls loves and writes poetry too. My eldest who is an Engineer was a great help in the completion of my book and the three other girls were the best proofreaders and critics.
      My dad was indeed an extraordinary man. Apart from his love for words he was also a good cook …ahh so many wonderful memories..my earliest poems and reflections here in WP were mostly about him.

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