My pop the prop
When I was a little boy
We would walk to church sometimes
He would break a forked stick
And hold it up in front to keep the cobwebs off
I imagined he was some type of priest
And the cobwebs some kind of sacred smoke
How fortunate to follow
When I was in high school
There was stuff goin’ on
He knew all about it
Not the details
But he knew
And he wrote my paper for me
About Lord Byron
He was happy to do it
he got an A
When I was in college
There was stuff goin’ on
He knew all about it
Not the details
But he knew
And he said today we are goin’ fishin’
I heard you sneeze earlier
Call in sick
That day was a great gift
From my daddy
Because he knew
How fortunate to follow
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from the old blog
i miss my prop
wherearetheheros 
That was a lovely poem and a tribute to your father.
Sometimes we need them more than you thought we ever did.
xx
i could have been a much better son.
but he really did understand and understand me better than anyone
thanks Viv
xx
I think we could have always been better children, but who knew? 🙂 Your father sounds wonderful. And what a great poem for him.
Thanks!
Yes who could know! 🙂
The world needs father love. Desperately. We all could have been better sons and daughters. This is my mantra lately: if we knew better we would do better. One of the missing elements is leading by example. How wonderful your father was one of the one’s who did.
I learn more everyday about just how fortunate.
Thanks!
I’m crying. Thanks for this beautiful piece. Prayers as you miss him.
🙂
Thanks Debbie that means a lot.
Such a wonderful poem – my belated condolences (and it’s never too late). I miss my dad too… they have a very special kind of understanding…
Thanks Betty!
It was his time .
I am sorry your dad is gone too.
Oh, this is beyond great–I hear the poignant voice, the missing of a wonderful father. I’m happy for you, a tad envious. I imagine he taught you how to be a wonderful father, as well. I offer my condolences too. And I so agree with Leslie Holt–the world is full of father-hunger. Certainly that has shaped my earliest work, if not all of it.
I really did not have a clue how good I had it.
Not a clue.
I believe that through work in the church and helping me in my work that my kids really do have a clue.
They also think I am crazy.
Who can blame them. 🙂
Nice piece my friend – sounds like when I looked after Pat’s kids.
They are now grown, but are my greatest friends…
God Bless!
Prenin.
That is priceless stuff man.
My friend used to take his nephew fishing and stuff.
These days that nephew is stinking rich and takes my friend on ocean fishing trips, cruises etc….
Of course the pay back of their friendship is better than those things though.
Thanks!
This is nostalgic & sweet.
🙂