Sunday, June 21, 2015

A Father's Day Ode

Not in Brazil, down-under and Thailand
But, within US and across Bimshire land;
Father's Day, is the third Sunday in June;

To fathers, men in mines of Monongah;
This day is yours and you are held in awe;
Your helping hands, build family fortunes;

Whether a Jew, a Muslin or Christian;
Long before the Watergate drowned Nixon,
He gave, Fathers' Day its true holiday.

Fathers and you so-call-fathers alike!
Kids need, their dads so don't you take a hike;
Would green-ear men make good dads at eighteen?

Great dads bring feathers to household pillars;
Great dads bring smiles to family dinners;
You deadbeat fathers and in between;

Every single child needs a good father,
And wifely mother who enjoys laughter;
Fathers here and there "Happy Father's Day".

© Paterika Hengreaves
June 16, 2011/St James, Barbados


1 comment:

  1. I enjoyed reading your latest. What a wonderful Consort dear Phillip has been. I met him in 1977 in Fiji. Wonderful man.

    Keep the poems rolling. Bob

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