Happy Father's Day!

[Angeline]

To all you fathers, grandpas, uncles. And the sons and daughters, too. That about covers you all.

Got a poem or anything you'd like you post about your father or about being a father or grandfather? Post it here to celebrate those men who we remember how much we love until today, then go back to being irritated by them

Here's Mine


Third Wave

Daddy was in the third wave.

No gun for medical corpsmen.
He said I’m proud I never carried a gun.

Daddy saved lives then,
before the endless dawns
in the kitchen of gray factory years.

There were waves tossing boats
toward bloody sand, he said,
and the first two waves
barely made it to the beach.

You could see them, he said
bodies bounced along the surf,
men falling over,
crouched at the shoreline

Daddy watched,
waiting for transport.

Those Normandy boys
are mostly dead now anyway,
packaged like boxes of pasta,
in neat rows under dirt or concrete.

Some graves fly flags.

I have a saber
Daddy brought home from Spain,
and memories of nights he shook
with malaria
he brought home from Egypt.

 

[WickedEve]

Ange, I'll share the story that I shared with you.

I took my kids to the cemetery. They wanted to put flowers on their dad's grave. The 8-year-old (the one with autism) was coloring her dad a picture while she was in the car. She wasn't finished by the time we arrived. So, she said, "I'll just leave him some crayons on his grave and he can finish coloring the rest of it later."

Sad but rather sweet.

 

[Angeline]

Ange, I'll share the story that I shared with you.

I took my kids to the cemetery. They wanted to put flowers on their dad's grave. The 8-year-old (the one with autism) was coloring her dad a picture while she was in the car. She wasn't finished by the time we arrived. So, she said, "I'll just leave him some crayons on his grave and he can finish coloring the rest of it later."

Sad but rather sweet.

That's very sweet. She has a poet's heart. Wonder where she gets it?