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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

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Farewell Mr. Koch


Born a Bronxite

A faithful New Yorker

from Manhattan to Queens

Brooklyn and back

both as an individual citizen

of the city that never

snoozes or naps

and as mayor

pinnacle of power

he often got a bad rap

 

Ed Koch

an icon became

a household name

the chutzpah

that represented

his city of fame

in the

toughest of times.

 

 

He loved his great city

with passion

and taught us all a lesson or two

about standing up for what is right

and not ever letting go of the fight

 

We will miss his candor,

his prolonged utterances

when making a point

in the name of his fellow

New Yonkers

from the Staten Island to Hunts Point

 

We all know what he’ll ask

at the big Pearly Gates

and he shared with us what

would be his epitaph

written on

his tombstone

Just as he would like it

he had the last word.

 

“He was fiercely proud of his Jewish faith. He fiercely defended the City of New York, and he fiercely loved its people. Above all, he loved his country, the United States of America, in whose armed forces he served in World War II.”

 

 

May You Rest in Peace Mr. Koch!