My father

I was thinking about you this morning
with your ill-fitting pants, unkempt hair, and your strong, resonant voice...
Even though you are gone, a few years now,
I just wish you knew
all those words and sermons and preaching that you did,
pretty well for an atheist I might add,
I still hear those words....
I get it....alas, a day late and many dollars too short, but, I get it...
I should have listened more and talked less....
You would be proud tho..
Your grandson knows how to unit shop,
and everytime we see Tussy deodorant..we laugh...
When I see new shoes, I always smell them,
because "they have to be genuine leather"
I savor flavors of all kinds,
you did love a meal, no?
Perhaps a little too much..
You were quite the "nosher"..
You were a very loud man in life...
your voice echoes daily..


Susan Lori R.