My Dad
I missed Father’s Day, Dad.
Sorry…… I miss you.
My dad taught me how to play
the ponies. He taught me to swim
and jump off of the high board.
He taught me to play Black Jack
and Gin Rummy. He taught me to
ride my new 24″ Schwinn
when I was 10.
My dad worked at Wiedemann
Brewery in Northern Kentucky
He taught me to like limberger
Cheese on rye w/onion.
My dad lived with his mom, my
Grandmother after the divorce.
I walked to his house every weekend
And watched live wrestling on his little TV.
My Dad died young, only 45,
still just a kid at heart.
He was a chain smoker, Camels
and Lucky Strikes.
I’ll always remember,
he made the most beautiful smoke rings.
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What a beautiful tribute! 45. So young.
The repetition of “taught me” is so effective. Like an echo of his essence that will always live on in you. Wonderful poem.
Thank you, Michele. I love your kind remarks. He was so young.
I love this so much! I can see the picture so clearly of a dad and his very adored little girl. I’m so sorry you lost him so early. 🥺
Thanks Leah. He was a good Dad. ❤️
Incredibly touching. Wish you all could have had more time..
Thank you ❤️. I wish that too.