I know it’s late Galen, but the song got me all sentimental, I wanted to say something to my dad.
Tears in the coffee, with a catatonic stare
Today it’s father’s day, not going anywhere
So I was thinking of you today dad
And the great times that we had
GI Joes and BB guns and cherry bombs
Things were different then
Just takin this moment, to let you know I miss you friend
Bob, beautiful words to your dad. Made me cry, too. I’ll just add,
Seems to me he’s hearing you
what once was real is ever true
Coffee, tears, remembering
love, a constant, lingering
Dads who give and dads who care
dads who help us deal with fear
dads who do the best they can
turn a boy into a man
That is awesome Galen!!! I mean it. Maybe some more from you?
Glad to hear you cry- it’s part of being whole.
Thanks Mary and Galen!
I lost my dad long ago, you know, he was hip to the JQ.
When poets find each other. Ha, there’s a poem there somewhere.
Thanks Bob. Hundreds of poems have I. Many are of the non-rhyming variety, but here at The Trenches I mostly use the rhyme. Have been reticent to post too many. Maybe you’ll draw out more poets. Words can be powerful weapons.
I know it’s late Galen, but the song got me all sentimental, I wanted to say something to my dad.
Tears in the coffee, with a catatonic stare
Today it’s father’s day, not going anywhere
So I was thinking of you today dad
And the great times that we had
GI Joes and BB guns and cherry bombs
Things were different then
Just takin this moment, to let you know I miss you friend
Bob, beautiful words to your dad. Made me cry, too. I’ll just add,
Seems to me he’s hearing you
what once was real is ever true
Coffee, tears, remembering
love, a constant, lingering
Dads who give and dads who care
dads who help us deal with fear
dads who do the best they can
turn a boy into a man
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Bob, galen……that was lovely
Thanks, Mary.
🙂
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That is awesome Galen!!! I mean it. Maybe some more from you?
Glad to hear you cry- it’s part of being whole.
Thanks Mary and Galen!
I lost my dad long ago, you know, he was hip to the JQ.
When poets find each other. Ha, there’s a poem there somewhere.
Thanks Bob. Hundreds of poems have I. Many are of the non-rhyming variety, but here at The Trenches I mostly use the rhyme. Have been reticent to post too many. Maybe you’ll draw out more poets. Words can be powerful weapons.
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