Dad Went Awol Many many years ago when I was just a kid, I never saw my father but I heard of things he did. He wrote each week from anywhere he ended up at last And tell of his adventures, both the present and the past. Those letters came from near and far and all points in between, explaining all our old dad did and all that he had seen. There was a lady out in France to whom he took a fancy... She did ballet and acted some... I think her name was Nancy. There was a man in China who was living in a tree. He asked our dad to visit, and he served exotic tea. His father drooled most copiously, a stream so long and thin, that by necessity they hung a bucket on his chin. Dad travelled last to India; he stayed there overlong. He bought a princely palace and he bought it for a song. Our dad had herds of elephants, and every day he'd ride them. To keep the beasts from running off, each trunk to tail he tied them While on a break from riding one, dad rested on the ground When the pachaderm in question took a notion to sit down. There wasn't too much left of. Dad. They sent him in a letter. We buried him in our back yard; Now he stays put much better.
It a wonderful poem. Yes nobody is like dad. His eyes look at anything deeply, like looking at the ocean. When he looks directly to my eyes I can read his mind which is a wonder about me. I did not know how he was enormous, but when I lost him I understood what he was. I enjoyed your poem.
I miss my dad too. Sorry for your loss. We will see them again, I believe. Mind you, I'm not in any rush.
Thank you, I miss him when I was 20 it is almost 50 years ago. At that time I was young and I did not understand him, Years later when I had kids and I wondered about them I understood his feeling. Anyway, now I am 72 and I have the same feeling for my grandchildren.
Didn't mean to touch anyone with that one...you are a strange one Candy. And remember--it takes one to know one.
