This Pain

When I hurt my finger, cried out in pain, We were chopping wood taking it in turns, father said “ Old saying - no pain, no gain!” “Think of warmth, this wood will bring when it burns!” Advancing winter freezes as it churns! He twirled his moustache to make an impact, Despite age his spirit was still intact, Lessons he gave me that day stayed for life, To tide over the fate waves, in my craft , “Not to fear pain, never yield to a knife!“ Dizain poetry contest Beth Evans 02/April/2020