Forget-Me-Not

As children, do we realize what a father does?  I certainly didn’t; he worked so hard but I never saw.  It was a seed, just a simple seed, which he planted, hoping it would take root.  He knew in his heart that it was what I needed, a tree to give comfort in this land of snow; even if I didn’t know.  And so he planted this seed, and tirelessly cared for it, but the seed would never take hold.  He would water it each day, but the seed needed something more.  So next he tried to fertilize it, sow it with dung; for a seed needs healthy soil.  But s**t only gets you so far.  Perhaps it was just that a seed couldn’t grow here, out on the tundra.  Few things will after all; only the Forget-Me-Nots which bloomed for a few weeks and then were forgotten.  It is hard to remember such a thing in perpetual night; perpetual cold.  Maybe that is why he wanted a tree?

Everyone called him mad, especially I, what sane man would try and grow something in this tundra?  He didn’t even know what the seed was, it had been planted so many years ago, surely it was dead.  But my father was stubborn, and refused to listen.  And quietly he would tend to the seed, urging it to grow.  But even stubbornness has its limits, and our confidence can break no matter how strong.  And so one day, my Father couldn’t take it any more.  The Scorn?  The Frustration? No Fulfillment?  I will never know.  And so he took his life, took it while sitting next to that even more stubborn seed.

I found him like that, hunched over that spot he had guarded all these years, never leaving and never watching me, only watching the ground as if it was all that matters.  His blood  had soaked into the soil, and a strange look of shock within his eyes; as if not understanding why?  But stranger still was the smile, a smile which had crept across his face, and still held even after his life had spilled out.  I sat there for days, confused what that smile might mean.  I sat there until his body began to rot, and even after his flesh was gone, I still felt that smile.  And looking down, I understood.  The seed had finally pierced the ground, against all odds.

And so I still visit that spot, a large tree growing where no trees can, and yet it seems as though my father’s stubbornness persists.  Because unlike those flowers, this tree is the one thing I cannot forget, no matter how frigid the winter.  I don’t know what he expected, or why he could smile, I may not forget, but I no longer smile; I have lost him.  He may have never been there for me, but he was still a father; no matter how stubborn, a tree will never be the same.  

Forget me Not.

Author's Note

Here is my attempt at a 500 word story, difficult for me, since I am used to writing longer pieces.

Reviews

[Blue]

"But s**t only gets you so far." I'll substitute the word 's**t' with something else. It broke the mood for me. But that's just my preference.

Having read your longer poems where you wrote with ease, grace, and freedom, I sense the struggle in this limited one. I think you are bursting out to elaborate and to exceed in words. But that's just how I feel.

Still, you did well, Nusquam. You showed consistency in the mode of language used. Even the speaker's thoughts are well-aligned. I like how distant he seemed, how mysterious, how perceptive. The structure is excellent and the theme, as usual, is unique. (I never know what to expect in your next stories.)

This left me with a brush of sadness. And hope. Unlike your previous poems which stimulated my intellect, this piece stirred something in my soul.

[Raymond Federle]

I use profanity in my stories as well... when it's called for. I think in some cases this gives the story a sense of realism. I realize that a lot of people do not use vulgar language but in my case I grew up with it and I find that over the years I have become quite good at it. (lol) I use it as vocal punctuation. Well done story. Heartfelt and emotional. :)

[Rod Dangers]

Amazingly touching, sad but also beautiful.
I enjoyed this a lot, the use of profanity worked well for me as it was used in a form of a saying or well known phrase.
I dont tend to read stories on here but im glad i read this. Very well written and when i have more time to spare i will be taking a look at your longer pieces.
Thank you for sharing.