Looking at the past
through my father’s travel stories.

I edit his words
seeking to tidy,
for anyone who follows

while leaving intact
his rich, chocolate-brown voice
long, complicated, engaging stories about people and places.

His face lighting up completely as he smiles.

Some things remain the same
some have changed.

His stories are still being told.

We’re both still taking photos and travelling.

Reflections by Peter Jessen
Reflections by Peter Jessen

 My dad took this photo; after he retired he flew this plane for the United Nations.

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