Siblings,
When Dad Was Daddy,
Siblings,
By: Tom Wright
8/14/00
taking turns running to meet him,
after he passed the corner of our block.
Toting his lunch pail after his daily task.
A stoop, a hug, from his unshaved face,
was not all that we would ask.
For oft times inside his pail, unclaimed,
a prize of sheer delight.
In a Hostess cupcake saved, or egg sandwich,
perhaps of either, just a bite.
In his vacuum bottle remained,
just a swallow of, by then, cold coffee.
Of course, then,
we assumed he'd had too much to eat,
only later did I realize,
that it was saved to be our treat.
Most items, were purposely saved, without fail,
knowing He'd be met, once in our sight,
and that those remnants, to a child,
would make both our day's end right.
Copyright © Tom Wright | Year Posted 2019
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