Father's Day, along with many other major holidays, is a time when I remember my father, who passed away nearly 15 years ago, when I was a teenager. He was an outstanding human being, and I wish I had had more time with him. I miss him very much. I am fortunate, however, to have a wonderful mother who I consider one of my best friends, and a husband who is another of my best friends, as well as an excellent father to our little boy. I thought it appropriate to compose another poem on this occasion, especially since the gift I ordered my husband hasn't arrived yet (sorry, honey). Again, this is a first draft, but I welcome comments.
Fathers
Daddy
I love that word
makes me feel warm inside
picturing big, strong arms holding
me close.
I miss
my dad, but I’m
so lucky I have a
terrific husband who loves our
young boy.
Watching
them together
goofing around, giggling
threatening to make me tear up;
Happy.
Can’t wait
till our boy can
say what he already
feels right now: “I really love you,
Daddy.”
Haiku News
Next generation
of supersonic jets is
on the way, they say.
New York Times writer
escapes from the Taliban--
Happy Father's Day!
Really, TSA?
carrying large sums of cash
is dangerous? How??
3 comments:
Large sums of money
Are presumed ill-gotten gains
'Til otherwise proved.
Or so I've been told,
Lacking opportunity
To try it myself. :P
cicely
Cicely: an excellent entry, as usual. I can see where it may seem somewhat suspicious for someone to be carrying a big box of cash on a plane, but it seemed that their reaction was a bit extreme, at least from that article's point of view.
Over-reaction
Is the media's forte!
Why change their game now?
cicely
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