Dad
Dad is glad to be in Heaven.
Someday I will join him there.
He taught me through Jesus to love my brethren.
I'm thankful he took the time to share his
Wisdom, his good looks, his time, his drive.
His Roy who taught me to drive my car.
I have many memories marked by scars.
I was Tom Boy, a Boy Scout Girl Ranger.
Never turned my back on a stranger.
Cows in a pasture, pasturized milk.
Clothes of cotten, worms make silk.
I drove my Dad crazy, now crazy I am.
I like daisies, spagetti and Spam.
Steaks and chicken on the grill.
Whittle a wood. Awhile be I will.
If I could write a book, I would.
I'll do what Dad never did. Write
It all down, color pictures, white
Paper. Paper dolls, antique dolls.
Malls full of books, cook books.
Dirty looks sometimes. I just rhyme.
I have the time, too much time on my
Tiny hands. Rubber bands in my hair.
Braids and pony tails. Tales to share.
So in conclusion, I'm no longer confused.
I use my talents and work harder and
Harder to be better. Knit a sweater.
Sew a seam. Sew on a button. Mutton
Is not for me, but rice is good food.
When it rains I have jackets with hood.
So rain today. I need to smell the air.
All is war, all is fair in war and love.
I'll keep on with the help of God's love.
Copyright © June Ellen Smith | Year Posted 2010
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