My dad, God bless him, some thought was weird,
and not because he chewed tobacco and ….. had a beard.
But unlike some dads who leave raising kids up to 'Mom',
Dad parented gently, though he could be stern (while calm) .
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This is your best poem ever, Bri! I will admit, it made me cry! Though truth or fiction, it is sad, and we feel like we know your dad!
Ant is sure to RIP! Your concern for one of the smallest of God's creations, is touching! Killing animals for fun or for cleaning up our abodes, is probably not approved by God.But it goes on.
Awesome funny poem. It flows so well. I've made this one of my favourites to read again.
Haaa...interesting childhood memory. Oh so yummy Bri actually cried after an ant was murdered! I have good reasons to believe that, the poet still cries whenever pizza is murdered by a hungry friend. Haaa! Great write!
The story in the poem showcases your sensitive side while growing up at San Francisco. While we might outgrow our sensitivity yet the world would be a lot better if we could retain at least some of it. Loved the poem wholeheartedly.
A beautiful poem.Your Dad must be a loving and caring Dad .He knew your sentiments and had a wonderful way to teach kindness.