Dad Chicago Poems

Caller Waller who was just about holding onto life
said that he didn't remember what had happened
when questioned by Police.Of course,that is understandable,
as the lad had...

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Dear Blabby,
     I seem to be in a real pickle in regard to my wife Candy and my eighteen-year-old son Cal....

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9/22/1983

I drove your shining,Cadillac, Daddy!
The lead car to the cemetery.
A stuffed bear, your Borsalino,
In the August, back window,fino!

You, in the hearse, a few feet behind..
Tears...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Let's go ice skating, like when we were kids!
We skated indoors at the Chicago Arena.
My leather brown case with peacock satin
interior,
And gold locks that shined like...

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Growing up with an angel that loved me.
Hovering close,with cane, walking.
Me, on a tricycle to the candy store,
Bright summer days I cannot ignore.

Though decades have...

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In our most beautiful, suburbian , breakfast nook,
Where I read so many joyfilled books,
With  the golden sunlight streaming in,
Is where my days as a...

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“Oh maid!

I need a kleenex please!”

And another bottle of brandy for my dreams to drink.

My mind is sinking.

Sinking quickly into the pit of my inner...

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My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 3

I’ll close with just this “added” tale,
Of this  “Old Veteran’s” rhyme.
To share how one man’s story,
Ended. . ....

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Every rooftop was covered in fluff.
Icicles dripping their cold all around,
That first white Christmas was a wonderful sight.
Winter remembers that cold Chicago night.

Christmas eve came...

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