My dad would have celebrated his 84th birthday today. While he didn't read poetry, I think he would have liked Ted Kooser.
A Birthday PoemHappy birthday daddy. I miss you.
by Ted Kooser
Just past dawn, the sun stands
with its heavy red head
in a black stanchion of trees,
waiting for someone to come
with his bucket
for the foamy white light,
and then a long day in the pasture.
Read the poem in its entirety.
Lovely remembrance. I do the same on the anniversaries of my parents birth. We always have those heart triggers to remind us.
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ReplyDeleteHappy birthday to your dad, Tricia. He would be happy to know that you won the critique. Congratulations!
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That's really beautiful, and I'm grateful you can remember your Dad with a poem that describes a perfect, light-filled day.
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