
Bucktoothed-tomboy me and my dad a few months before he died
Please click play to hear my spoken word done to my own music written for the poem
What Child Can Know?…
(For my father on Father’s Day 2026)
In every old lady
there lives a little girl
In this old lady
she just got off the bus
coming home from 5th grade
and is standing in disbelief
surrounded by the cousins
she only sees once a year
while she’s being told
her mother wants to see her
upstairs in their room…
but she knows
and she knows
and she knows
her father has passed away
Not yet does she know
what that will really mean
how death is forever
and forever is eternity
what child can grasp
the concept of its finality?
Every Father’s Day
from now on until 80
she will wish he could
have seen, how alive
she lived her life
how she never forgot him
no matter where she was in the world
no matter what age,.,.she was…
she wished he could have been there in her life
so she could hug him each & every day
and every single Father’s Day and tell him
how she loved him.
In every old lady
there lives a little girl
In this old lady
she had no idea
that death would come
one night and rob her
of a father
and rob her of every Father’s Day
for the rest of her life
Because what child can know
what death really means
how death is forever
and forever is eternity
what child can grasp
the concept of its finality?
Every Father’s Day
from now on until 80
she will wish he could
have seen , how alive
she lived her life
How she never forgot him
no matter where she was in the world
no matter what age she was
she wished she could have had
him in her life
hugged him on each & every
Father’s Day and told him
how she loved him.
and told him..
how she missed him….
Karima Hoisan
June 21, 2026
Father’s Day
Costa Rica



and my dear Karla..a good hanger, and Voilá she made it in time to be tickled by prisms


My mother (portrait by Jan Betts) and her prism visitor
Chrystaline Angel by Jan Betts with a rainbow comet streaking past
My handsome grandson aumented by a rainbow