Throwback Tuesday

 

Recently I was cleaning out at my parent's home and found this poem I wrote for my Dad on

Father’s Day 1984.  (I was 24.)

Just when you thought my poetry was through,

It’s back and it’s filled with more greetings for you,

Sure wish I could be there on this Father’s Day,

But try as I will and try as I may,

I’ll be there on June 24^th anyway,

Now please don’t you fret about my league of men,

Because as you know, you are in the top ten,

But if the truth were known, forgetting the jive,

You’d probably find you’re in the top five,

A lot of people may tell me- “You’re just like your Dad”,

To me that is good; certainly not bad,

And you know that we must be more than just kin,

For look at the fine poetry that flows from my pen,

And just like you, I enjoy writing poems,

Please call Marvin Reed and you’ll be more informed,

For being the Godfather to me that he is,

He received a poem that is totally his,

I hope that I haven’t stolen your art,

Of sending rhyme messages straight from the heart,

Please enjoy Father’s Day; I hope that it’s great!

I’ll tell you in person, but it’ll be late,

I guess I will close by forgetting all prose.

I’ll simply say,

I love you Dad, in a very special way.

Love,

Tammy

Handwritten in cursive on three sheets of paper and snail-mailed...the old-fashioned way.