Since I couldn't go back to sleep, I decided to use an old lesson plan I used to inspire some of my students. I filled in the blanks here
to create a poem based on my daddy..
I snapped a shot of one of my favorite photos of Daddy holding my son about a lifetime ago... My dad had stopped one wintry morning after feeding the cattle... just to see my son, have a quick cup of coffee, and leave us laughing... I keep this photo tucked in my yarn and fairy cupboard... just a reminder that the road through present worries can often be found on interior ground through the happiest of memories of those common days.
I AM FROM
GERALD MILLER
I am from | huge gardens filled with dinner-plate dahlias and sweet corn |
from | a little bulldog called Queen and homemade grapebutter sandwiches. |
I am from | the square, white house situated at the end of the street |
and | just down a path from the one-room school. |
I am from | muddy country roads, |
whose | every bog reaching out to capture my tires as I delivered the mail. |
I am from | winter coats, summer hayfields, insulators, and fishing holes; |
from | Big George and Iona Marguerite, |
and from | both stubbornness and generosity; |
from | hospitality, honesty, and honor. |
I am from | tiny Mt. Salem Baptist Church; |
from | banana cake, and biscuits 'n gravy; |
from | Grandfather Franks and his honeybees, |
and from | the summit of telephone poles as a Southwestern Bell lineman... |
and from a Lionel train treasured from a cold Christmas Eve. | |
I am from | the day I first set eyes on the woman of my dreams, through |
my years as the proudest dad and Paw-paw in the land. |
Happy Father's Day to my favorite dad...
Whimsy and Hugs!
2 comments:
What a wonderful poem and tribute. He was a very fine man.
Thank you so much! Are you all going out for Father's Day?
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