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I gave him the persimmons,
swelled, heavy as sadness,
and sweet as love. ... The boy feels the full warmth of his father’s love. ... Lee writes:
These I painted blind.
Some things never leave a person:
scent of the hair of the one you love,
the texture of persimmons,
in your palm, the ripe weight. ... The sweetness of the fruit represents the love the narrator has for his father, and the love the father has for his son. ... Their love for each other and their understanding and tolerance of each other allows them to have a positive, healthy relationship. ... He says:
I still see him bend that way—left hand braced
on knee, creaky—to lift and hold to my
eye a rotten pear. ...
What more could I, a young man, want.
Approximate Word count = 1271 Approximate Pages = 5.1 (250 words per page double spaced)
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