In Memorium

a durge

 

Happy Birthday Dad

100 years today

you would be

But you decided

eighteen years ago

that birthdays were passe

You taught us well

you and mom

raised us responsibly

Hardly does a day go by that

You do not cross my mind

The cleche is true, you know the one

You never miss the water

until the well is dry

well, my well has not been dry

these last eighteen years

but there is a hole in my

bucket

Dad, I suppose

I should be thankful

that the hole is near the rim

and that our

memories, and the life lessons

you passed on

have remained with

your children to this day.

Thank you for everything.