Daddy

Today as I sit in my small house,

I remember

you who once seemed

so large. Widowed

at thirty, you chose to raise, as

 best you could, the

three of us on

dogs, daffodils,

and democrats, thus leaving us

a legacy

of loyalty,

beauty, equity.

                                                  JDG

3 comments on “Daddy

  1. Joan, this was a lovely poem about your father. He did a pretty good job, didn’t he? Please tell Jill thank you for the books. I enjoyed lunch at “Ruby Tuesdays a.k.a. TGI Fridays.” I hope I get my equilibrium back before school starts (tee hee).

    Em

    Tell Cody Nauzene works pretty well. I think you can get it over the counter.

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  2. Dabney says:

    So moved. Thank you.

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  3. Junie says:

    Beautiful written — extremely articulate!

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