Growing Up Untitled 16
growing up untitled 16
my Dad’s boat was smaller than his car
no motor
just a sail
didn’t go far
my Dad’s car was bigger than his boat
no sail
just a motor
couldn’t float
He raised my brothers and me
some old dogs
and a cat or three
His friends were few
but steadfast and true
the kind who had His back
when times were lean and thin
or good and fat
we could all count on Him
and that
as they say
was that
when Dad had the notion
we would head down to the ocean
with slabs of bologna
and day old bread
jugs full of water
that we pulled
on an old plastic sled
hand in hand
hand to mouth
such was living
in my Father’s south
this is who we were
this is how we lived
not much taking
just a whole lot of give
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