Happy birthday to my bestman (in every sense of that word) – my dad.
Ben CS Friesen
When I Grow Up
When I grow up and get to be a writer
I’m going to write a poem about my dad
And I’ll tell of strong arms and a short carriage
And an insatiable appetite for chocolate cake and ice cream
And the way he kissed my mom with a loud smacking sound
And the safety of his hugs
And the way we prayed with me nightly
And the time I saw him cry
When I get to be a writer
I’m going to write about my dad
And the nail clipper that never left his side
And his tact
And his deep respect for his father
And an enduring entrepreneurial spirit
And his big farm-boy hands
And a genuine love for God
And a rock steady character
And his spitting out the car door at traffic lights
And his joy in giving to others
When I get to be a poet
I’m going to write about my dad.
Love you dad,
dwight
NOTE: The inspiration for this poetic structure came from the great Langston Hughes’ and his glorious poem, Daybreak in Alabama.
my goodness do you boys look alike!!!!!