About Fathers and My Own
So well loved by their children.
Our life coaches in how to play
this intricate game of life.
Cleverly guiding us on this highway
with directions.
Remember your Dad teaching you
to ride your bike?
A two wheeler gave my heart a strike.
That metallic green Schwinn was
top of the line.
He attached special lights and it's horn,
was one of a kind.
He ran behind me on the street,
Whilst,I with fear, like a drum in my chest,
drove from left to right.
Then stopped in fear, but he bade me to
try again.
I remember well going one half a block.
But something went terribly wrong.
It was garbage day in Elmwood Park, so
empty cans with no lids were waiting for me.
I would have preferred hitting a large tree.
But no!
I ended up with my butt in the bottom of
the can, legs toward the summer sky.
Poetess in a can!!
Dreamy Dad to the rescue came.
I was both embarrassed and ashamed.
He lifted me out, I was stuck!
Worse, urged me to ride yet again?
That's how Dads are, they do not
give up on you!
Though your world has just turned
upside down.
They stand there,entirely resolute.
To encourage, love and coach you,
all life through.
Tribute to my Father, Edward....
Thanks Daddy! Pangie
September 28, 2020
Noon PST
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