Friday, June 19, 2009

Special Times 6-19-09

A little different poem again.
I hope you like the 'contrast'
between the two individuals.
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My heart pumps harder every beat.
Sweat runs faster in the heat.
The sidewalk, our familiar beat,
as dad enjoys the warming heat.


I'm swamped with work, my patience thin.
I do my best - but cannot win!
His lungs are weak, his face is thin,
but with our love, we always win.


I must be prompt - and on a dime,
but I'll be late. There isn't time!
He's broke and no one spares a dime -
but jointly - precious is our time.


The meeting started half-past-ten
and now I will be late again!
The time we spend, we rate a "10"
so I'll return - again, again.


I'll be late. I think, "Oh, well."
Trouble, I can always spell.
I know the plastic handles well -
"Father, should we stop a spell?"


Small weeds in cracks on sidewalk die,
as I fly past, I run them by....
The flowers seem to never die.
We smell those flowers - not pass by.


The elevator, I jump on,
the second floor, I push upon.
We rested some, and then walked on -
Us, others fixed their gaze upon.


Finally there, alone I stood -
I saw him stare (this isn't good).
Beside my dad, I faithful stood -
enjoying life - as this is good.


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Good health (like fragrance) fades away -
So smell those flowers every day.
For I'll not trade a day I've had -
those special times with good 'ol dad.

2009 louis gander - ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
http://www.ganderpoems.org/

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1 comment:

  1. This touched my heart Louis. We need to treasure each moment. While we have our loved ones. They are so important. ~ Susan

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