Papa
In freshman beenie,
white buck shoes,
page-boy hair bouncing, I
skipped from vacation train
to his arms.
Parenthood's
pride reflected in his face.
In black gown and cap,
thin tassel hanging;
bachelor's
degree at hand and master's
anticipation, I fled from
my seat seeking approval.
Behind a quiet, fatherly,
exterior, there would have
been an exhilarated man.
If only
he had lived
to see it.
(Previously published in Green's Educational Publication, 1994)
Lois Greene Stone, writer and
poet, has been syndicated worldwide. Poetry and personal essays have been
included in hard & softcover book anthologies. Collections of her personal
items/ photos/ memorabilia are in major museums including twelve different
divisions of The Smithsonian.
Very good imaginary Lois,
ReplyDeleteWe all know our loved ones well
and exist to please them even when already gone.
Very well presented.
Yancy
Very nice Lois, thanks for sharing.
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