Autumn 2007
Volume 7, Number 4

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Solitary Labor
This winter’s marked a change: no matter what I do
my hands get cold. I finish my morning coffee and
grip the still-warm cup, its heat transfer scant help
for what lies ahead—clearing brush from a fence row.

When I was a child, Dad warmed my small hands
between his large ones. “Sure, work’s plenty,” he’d
say, “but we’ve got all the time in the world.” Though
Dad never wore gloves, his hands were always warm.
The good there was in that I never knew until my
father lay in his coffin, those large, strong hands of
his no longer warm. I always knew I’d have to work
alone but never that the day would come so soon.

—After two decades of college teaching and bicoastal urban living, W. N. Richardson, Lewisburg, Pennsylvania, retired his Ph.D., reclaimed lost rural roots, and moved to Pennsylvania.

       
       
     

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