My father’s sawmill:
Lovingly built and nurtured
For more than fifty years.

He got into the business
Grudgingly, at first
From my mother’s dad.

Prostate cancer took Daddy from us
He’d lived a good life.
I miss him.

It’s sad that no one
Took over the mill.
No one to carry on his legacy.

So. We simply remember
With joy and with pride.

Daily Prompt: Apprentice


Cee’s asked us this week to present our take on her Indoor Seating Fun Foto Challenge. This is from my Sawmill collection, photos taken after my dad died in 2007. He owned and operated Clark’s Sawmill for fifty years. It was his pride, his joy and largely defined who he was and how he felt about himself as a man, a father, a husband and a provider. He told me once that when he went to bed at night he could hardly wait to get up in the morning to go back to work.

This was his ‘throne’, the place where he sat to make it all happen – loading logs from the ramp to run through the big blade. It was my dad’s favorite seat in the house – or pretty much anywhere for that matter.