My Dad - Doug von Koss
Larry Robinson
Lrobpoet at sonic.net
Mon Sep 13 06:18:19 PDT 2021
My Dad
He was always there
in the garden pruning the tomatoes
or watering the melons
in the basement feeding the furnace
or building something useful
in the kitchen frying chicken
or hearing us read at the table
in the yard mowing the Bermuda grass
or playing catch with the kids
on the back porch smoking a Lucky
or watching the fireflies
I never had to look for him
I’d listen for singing, laughing or snoring
Last night in a dream he was here again
You know what to do, sing your songs
Laugh every chance you get
Polish your shoes and your friendships
Take my hand and watch your step
He looked pretty good. He’s been gone 40 years.
- Doug von Koss
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