Childhood Missions
My late father smoked 'Players'
and 'Gold Flakes' - two packs a day.
He often sent me on missions
to less frequented distant shops
when those brands were out of stock
in more frequented closer shops.
I would be delighted if I found
a good supply of those brands
and would run home carrying them in bulk
To my father's great satisfaction.
Little did I know that my missions
would have a hand in his untimely death!
Boghos L. Artinian MD
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
No one knew it. Even the smoker didn't know it. That is the worst part of the story. Now even small children know it and raise objection. My father also suffered. Thanks.