Thanks ‘Daddy’

When you left I cried,

I was young.

Part of me died,

It was wrong.

But it made me strong.

You promised to come back

For mom and for us

Did you lose track?

Was it too much fuss?

Or you just lost focus? 

Now I’m a man

With kids of my own

On my feet I stand

Strong, fully grown.

The unwanted stone.

No grudge do I hold

No anger ,no hate

If the truth be told

I thank you for my fate

No longer I wait.

I Thank you Dad For making me grow

What you did was bad

Just so you know

But no tears still flow.

I made a vow

To not be like you

I succeeded somehow

God saw me through

I thanked him for you.  

 

For my Dad who taught me so much just by his absence.                  

What’s In A Rhyme?

I over analyze nursery rhymes

like a detective at the scene of crimes

I sometimes wonder why Jack and Jill

Really went up that grassy hill

I hope it wasn’t against her will

And trust that she was on the pill.

*

Humpty Dumpty climbed up a wall

He asked for it, I meant the fall.

He got scrambled and that’s no joke

But was he organic? Did he have a yoke?

*

Why didn’t  Old Mother Hubbard

Keep an inventory of her cupboard?

Then the crazy old bag would have known

That inside it she would find no bone

No reason to look, Mother Hubbard Dear,

Your F***ing cupboard is really bare!

*

Now who rocks a baby in a tree top?

If you do, then you should stop

You know what else I really think?

Maybe it’s time you see a shrink.

*

The gossipy old woman who swallowed a fly

Should have kept her mouth shut and she wouldn’t have died.

She had a big mouth, what else can I say?

I cannot put it any other way.

*

I also feel bad for little Jack Horner

Spending Christmas alone in a corner

He told himself he was a good boy

Then why a pie and not a toy?

*

What the hell is a hickory dock?

And what does is have to do with a clock?

Ok, ok, I’m really done,

Analyzing rhymes is not much fun.

***

Written by the writer April 15th 2014

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I Hate Kids

I hate kids

with their grimy hands

and green grass stains

all on their pants.

I just can’t stand

their runny nose

and that filthy stuff

between their toes.

Running around

with dirty faces

tripping over

their own shoe laces.

What’s there to love?

Some say it’s cute?

But I just hate kids

And that’s the truth.

The Shadow

I don’t know my dad, never did.
The man who some say I
resemble. Just in looks, I hope.
Stories from my mom
and family, tells of
a funny man, like me.
But I hope that’s where it
ends.

Saw him once, I did.
So close we were but so far.
I expected more. Like a hug.
But nothing came from The
Shadow that he was to me.
Less than a friend.

I still hear of him. Yes he lives. And
I wonder, if he thinks of me.  Misses me.
Wishes he could hug me. Talk to me
Like a dad to a son. And meet my
boys.  Who have heard so much about
The Shadow.

So much to say but I can’t
talk to a Shadow.  It won’t matter.
Do I love him? How could I love the unknown?
Forgive him? Yes I do but for what?  I don’t
Know.  I learn from him what not to
do.  To be there for my own and to love.
Not be
The Shadow.

Good Morning!

In they come, all three of them.

Is it that time yet?

I’m still fast asleep

in la la land.

but who cares?

Who cares that it is

Saturday morning

and only six o’clock?

Daddy! They shouted and jumped

on me.

Bringing me from the depths of sleep

to full awareness.

Oh no…please, a few more hours!

I beg to no avail.

My bed-turned-bouncer

is alive with jumping boys.

My room, a once quiet sanctity

is transformed into

a playground.

Good Morning!

 

 

The Author. April 28. 2013