I posted this for Father's day four years ago. I decided to pull it out again because it exactly matches this picture I took of my dad when we were down there visiting a few weeks ago. Ha!
Hail to the Ham!
My brother & I
huddled together in his bed
(“the dark” was our common enemy –
we could be civil to each other against it).
Daddy telling us a story:
This is the story of the Pee Little Thrigs:
Flopsy, Mopsy, Peter & Cottontail.
Daaadddeee – that’s not how it goes!
Walking in the mall several yards away
from “that man.”
It’s no use – he comes up behind my teenage self
Daaadddeee – you’re humiliating me!
I always thought of my father as a
Slow to talk (although in retrospect that
was probably just in contrast to my Mom).
Now reviewing my memories I see just
how deluded I was.
Here’s to the man in the Barbershop chorus!
Here’s to the man doing karaoke on the cruise!
Here’s to the man taking the gold in Performance at the Senior Games!
Here’s to my Dad:
Love you Daddy!