untitled - for my dad on Father's Day

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Just picture this day
Back in Forty-Two—

When a man who was trained
To soar in the sky
On his first Father's Day
Felt evermore high!

Pumped up with pride,
Floating on joy,
Awakened by coos
From his four-month-old boy.

Kissing your hands,
Your neck, and your feet;
A happier pair
No one could meet.

The love and the smiles
From his son and his wife
He thinks to himself:
Yes, this is the life!

Parker Allen Stacy, IV
6/21/2009

Copyright 2009 Parker Allen Stacy, IV. All Rights Reserved.

Unless otherwise stated, the content of this page is licensed under Creative Commons Attribution-ShareAlike 3.0 License