Written for Daily Prompt: Life is too short to…?

10 Nov

Right now – and there’s a ‘right now’ every day since my father sailed away – I’m thinking what a gift he had. Those who read me know my father was a fisherman. A Scotsman. He, too, loved to write. He said he wanted to touch people with his poetry; have his words lie by the ears of those too troubled to sleep. I suppose my ego runs amok when I’m writing. It certainly does so when I write about my father, so much wanting to be like him. Today would have been his birthday. He was a hundred-point-man, more than my pen could ever reveal. When I think about him on an intimate level; who he was, what he thought, how he loved the pen when his thoughts were running dry and scratchy across the page, driven by the ink from a splitting nib, I recall he was a man constantly in pain. Oft days knocked from bow to stern, food ruined by the perpetual taste of salt in his mouth. But och! He would say, these bruises are but rich rewards for a man crippled by a thousand frost bites, a thousand falls down the deep brassy troughs of a reckless ocean, only to be sent on his way by the saxophone-seahorse, pushed home by violin winds under percussion skies. Days are too short to concern ourselves with life’s bruises

.Trawler 2


Posted by on November 10, 2014 in Uncategorized


9 responses to “Written for Daily Prompt: Life is too short to…?

  1. movingtowardsthelight

    November 10, 2014 at 7:44 pm

    Thank you for sharing about your father – have his words lie by the ears of those too troubled to sleep. I’m a quarter Scottish, so the Scotsman part resonates with me, my grandmother was Scottish and I loved her accent!

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  2. kellyshaw2001

    November 10, 2014 at 8:28 pm

    Thank you. A ‘quarter’ Scot is a Scot in my book of life. Love your blog.

    Have a super day. Kelly

    Liked by 1 person

  3. lifelessons

    November 11, 2014 at 5:40 am

    Would you consider posting one of your favorite poems written by your father, Kelly? A touching piece. Judy

    Liked by 1 person

    • kellyshaw2001

      November 12, 2014 at 2:02 am

      Goodnight Katherine, dream your dreams, for I will make them real. I will stitch them and sew them into your heart forever. Moons will become comets and the sea but a myth in your presence. I love you. Do not think too badly of me. I have such a need to write, to explore, to listen, to say, to put so much down. I’m so deeply in love with you, so gifted with love for you, yet you know I must create, must interpret love, must find a new way to say the oldest feeling on earth. This is what I am. When I’m not writing I’m less. We are everything. I am yours. You are mine. We are one. We belong to God because only He knows the beauty of what we feel.

      Written by Frank Finlay Shaw (1966) On a Smith Corona typewriter

      Frank Finlay Shaw, Born in Tobermoray 1916 – 1998 Occupation: Fisherman

      Burial at sea, in The Sound of Mull

      Katherine Ferguson Shaw, Born 1919 – 1999

      Wed on September 2 1938

      Adopted their only child, aged 8 years, from a Barnardo’s orphanage in London on 13 February 1957. Named: Kelly

      Liked by 2 people

      • Aruna @RipplesnReflections

        November 12, 2014 at 6:14 pm

        That’s so touching. A beautiful family sewn together with the “oldest emotion on earth”!

        Liked by 1 person

      • lifelessons

        November 13, 2014 at 8:46 pm

        Thanks, Kelly, for answering my request so quickly. I have only one letter from my father, written to me while I was in either Australia or Ethiopia, as I recall (I hope I still have the letter somewhere, but I remember this line by heart) “The wild geese are landing for the night on the little dam (South Dakotan for pond) near our house. They remind me of you, my wild fledgling, winging her way across the world without a place to call home.”) My dad had an 8th grade education, but read Shakespeare, trading quotes from his work with the town plumber. He also loved Henry Wadsworth Longfellow and could recite “Song of Hiawatha” by heart. Another favorite of his was Dr. Seuss, which you might note has influenced my non-serious work quite a bit! Oh those poets who had little time to let it all out, let alone get it down on paper!


  4. Aruna @RipplesnReflections

    November 12, 2014 at 6:11 pm

    That’s a great post. ..
    nostalgia reigns…
    Keep smiling n be happy. …

    Liked by 1 person

  5. kellyshaw2001

    November 13, 2014 at 4:01 pm

    Aruna, thank you for reading and complimenting me with feedback. You have a truly beautiful blog. It’s a pleasure to follow. Kindly. Kelly



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