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

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