Dad Turns Eighty
DAD TURNS EIGHTY
Two banners wave
One reads “8”
One reads “0”
Though he’s still 79
Which makes him smile
And drink
His martini
He slurps his jello shot
The first time the word “thirty”
Slips
And you go on
And turn fabulous
Forty
Embrace “fifty”
Why not?
Then sixty, then seventy
Now things are surreal, a little
Scary
But “eighty”
How does that happen?!
Well,
You merely,
Have to live long enough
You can set your house on fire
With that many candles
Even the “wolf”
Becomes tired huffing and puffing
That many candles out
But my dad makes eighty look good
So we hang on
For the wild ride
Hug him and mom
And gratitude and love
Warm our minds
9/10/2017
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2017
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