Email Poem

Your IP Address: 3.149.7.172
Your Email Address:
To Email Address:
Subject
Personal Note:
Poem Title:
Poem
Early in the morn, just before the sun would rise
The scent of bacon, thick enough to burn my eyes
Crept under my door, across the sheets and into my nose
The aroma I smelt every morning before I arose
It's a memory. It comes with the territory
Each and every time I tell my favorite story

   The vibration of the morning news, ringing from the t.v.
The first sound I would hear, inevitably
Good morning sleepy head, my daddy would grumble 
From behind his coffee cup as he watched me fumble 
You have "bed head" he'd chuckle
"Now give me some knuckle"
Before I knew it, we were wrestling and I'd end up in a head lock
We'd pack up our breakfast and head to the dock
Sitting side by side as the sun made its way into the sky
To this day, I've seen nothing more beautiful than an Albuquerque rise
We didn't speak much as daddy loved to soak up the hues
I know now that he wasn't thinking of the morning news

   Like clockwork, his coffee cup began to leaven
He would look up to the sky as if straight into heaven
By this time I was anxious, beginning to squirm
He'd look down with a grin, "let's drown us a worm"
I remember the feeling, so vibrant and telling
 theatrically alive as a result of my compelling

   We'd sit there all day, stirring the pot
Bragging to one another of the fish we had caught
When the sun was blazing, I'd grab our swimming trunks
Around the lake we would race and then, "Kerplunk!"
Out once again, we would dash
To see who could make the biggest splash
Tossing a ball, to and fro
I dreaded the words "it's time to go"
But of coarse they would come and I'd suck in my lip
No towels for drying.  He'd tell me to drip

   Back to the dock, we'd resume our position
Everything the same to satisfy our superstition 
We fished until dark, catching our dinner
Then playfully argued over who caught the winner
I peeled potatoes as he cleaned the fish
Together we made a manly dish
We caught fireflies and frogs before hitting the sack
Then went to bed like zombies, tomorrow we'd be back 

   I reminisce those days before my daddy passed
The greatest days of my life went by too fast
My time with him tragically ended
Never again was my life so splendid
Like a piece of luggage, shipped off to the city
People would look at me and say "what a pity"
I would always stand out, in my cowboy boots
Despite my environment, I was true to my roots
People grew tired as I would ramble on about my dad
To this day, I ramble, to quiet the sad
CAPTCHA Preview
Type the characters you see in the picture
Required