Dad

Dad to me

countless times

as I was growing up:

"If you had two brains

one of them

would die of loneliness!"

 

That sentence DID make the eulogy.

 

But I quickly added all the good stuff.

 

The visits to me in hospital

when he'd bring a vanilla frappe

and the latest Newsweek.

 

The weekly breakfasts

at Vincent's Diner

when I lived in Chelsea

with smoker's-voiced Patti

waitressing, as we used to say.

 

This kitchen table

on which the laptop rests

which Dad bought me

when I moved to Arlington

in my 41st springtime

 

And the sincere interest

and "glow" of paternal pride

(beshrew the lame lingo!)

when I'd publish poetry.





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josephus The PoetBay support member heart!
Dad’s are tough old characters. We’re always trying to make sense of kids that grow up being different than we were and are.
We’re not always articulate or huggers but we truly love our exasperating brilliant cutting edge kids! Sometimes we just use coded language to show it!
2021-02-25