“What Could Be More Useless Than A Father?”

My father was a good man, a kind man, a talented man. Looking back, I can see, sadly, that some of us who knew him best treated him the worst.

This piece, which is from my other blog, includes a few memories of my father.

And yes, he played the guitar that well.

What Could Be More Useless Than A Father?

Author: Beleaguered Servant

Owen "Beleaguered" Servant (a/k/a Sibelius Russell) writes poetry mostly, with an occasional pause to have a seizure. View all posts by Beleaguered Servant