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Thoughts About My Dad on Father’s Day


A few memories

just visited me

on this Father’s Day,

to remind me

of my dear old dad,

and the things he used to say.

 

His wisdom of practical design,

inspired us to think all the time.

 

“Try to stay as healthy as you can because being alive can be dangerous.”

 

“Live life knowing it is the only one you have; no one has come back to tell us otherwise.”

 

“Give your all and don’t think twice about helping out a stranger; for all of us are one.”

 

I hear his hearty laughter

as contagious like a cold.

I see his big bright smile

spreading happiness to all.

 

I see him working hard

day in and day out

singing all the while

his favorite arias

and whistling Broadway tunes

almost like Frank Sinatra

 

I remember how he hugged me

like he was hugging the whole world

all at once for the last time.

 

A memory I hope that stays

with me

until the day I die.

 

I am sure he’ll wait for me

at the pearly gate,

along Saint Peter,

(of whom he will be sure to say is his best friend),

And just like he did when on earth

he’ll whisk me away

in his Cadillac.

trying to beat

the parking maid

before she reads the meter.

 

Happy Father’s Day Dad!

Love you always.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Thoughts About My Dad on Father’s Day


A few memories

just visited me

on this Father’s Day,

to remind me

of my dear old dad,

and the things he used to say.

 

His wisdom of practical design,

inspired us to think all the time.

 

“Try to stay as healthy as you can because being alive can be dangerous.”

 

“Live life knowing it is the only one you have; no one has come back to tell us otherwise.”

 

“Give your all and don’t think twice about helping out a stranger; for all of us are one.”

 

I hear his hearty laughter

as contagious like a cold.

I see his big bright smile

spreading happiness to all.

 

I see him working hard

day in and day out

singing all the while

his favorite arias

and whistling Broadway tunes

almost like Frank Sinatra

 

I remember how he hugged me

like he was hugging the whole world

all at once for the last time.

 

A memory I hope that stays

with me

until the day I die.

 

I am sure he’ll wait for me

at the pearly gate,

along Saint Peter,

(of whom he will be sure to say is his best friend),

And just like he did when on earth

he’ll whisk me away

in his Cadillac.

trying to beat

the parking maid

before she reads the meter.

 

Happy Father’s Day Dad!

Love you always.

 

My dear old dad

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I should have been an opera singer


I should have been an opera singer,

like my daddy said

I should have been an opera singer,

but now I am a poet instead

 

Don’t get me wrong I could hit

those high notes as high

as any of the best

but to write a poem a day

has been the greatest test.

 

I love Nessum Dorma

Pavarotti’s version though

it always makes me cry

perhaps it is

because I know

the meaning of the word Vincerò!

 

I really should have been an opera singer

like my daddy said

but I decided to be a poet instead

and by the way a teacher too.

 

Poetry is a beautiful thing

Poetry is life.

I try to make my words mean something

and sometimes when I am lucky

the right words come in

so I hope someone to motivate

somebody to grab their Gibson guitar

and make the words just sing.

 

I could have been an opera singer,

like my daddy said

but I want to write poems

for the rest of my life instead.

 

So the next time

you hear my favorite aria

“Nessum Dorma”

you might just think of me

and what I was supposed to be.

 

I could have been an opera singer

like my daddy said

but I chose to be a poet instead

and I hope I am a good one

and get into your head.

 

 

 

 

I’ll Just Put It Off Until the Next Life


There is only one life to live
Sometimes, the one you get
is too short or so it seems.

People say all the time
They do not have time for it all
Or they ask
Where has time gone?

If this is happening to you
Just put it off until the next life
I am not sure we are guaranteed
A second existence
But just in case
It won’t hurt to plan for one

It will be better
You will have time to plan ahead
Kind of a bucket list in the reverse

Or it could just be
these are the things I did not have time to do list
In reality I never made time to be me
Instead,
I became a whole lot of other people
So, now that I know
I will not be able to do it all just in this one life
These are the things I will put off
until the next, like:

dancing in the rain
auditioning for the opera
having a pillow fight
learning to play the harp
boxing in a real ring
painting a masterpiece
winning the National Spelling Bee
finding the ultimate cure for heartbreak
designing the perfect kitchen
and making sure
I do what counts the most first.