It has taken forty years,
But today I assumed my legacy.
The legacy of a father,
Left to me by my father
And his father before him,
And his father before him.
There were times when others doubted,
Nay!!
Certain I would not,
He will not!!!
Or that I could not,
He can not!!!
Fulfill my birthright.
Alas,
The time was right.
I saw what needed to be done,
And I did that thing.
I cleaned my driveway.
With a hose.
At least the black socks kept my toes warm in the sandals.
A mostly daily, sometimes funny, sometimes tragic (like parenting) poem inspired by being an at-home Dad.
Showing posts with label socks. Show all posts
Showing posts with label socks. Show all posts
Monday, April 7, 2014
Saturday, May 25, 2013
Socks
Her socks are stripy AND
Her socks have polka dots
They are pink
They are green
They are yellow
They are blue
They go
All
The
Way
Past
Her
Knees
And she loves them!
Her socks have polka dots
They are pink
They are green
They are yellow
They are blue
They go
All
The
Way
Past
Her
Knees
And she loves them!
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