He Left Us
Happy Father’s Day!
I wrote this poem in honor of my dear Dad, Sal DeAngeles, shortly after he died in April of 1995. I thought this was a good time to pull it out and share it with you, my dear blog readers. I hope you have equally vivid and happy memories of your Father. You can get a pretty good picture of who my daddy was by seeing what he left us… and the things he left behind.
He Left Us
He left us his roses and hydrangeas,
and his garden with zucchini,
but he forgot to take the old wheelbarrow,
and he forgot to take the bocci ball court.
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He left his mother’s crucifix on my wall,
his watch in the top dresser drawer,
the Balsamic vinegar in the cupboard,
and his love of ravioli and French bread,
but he forgot to take his Gallo Burgundy.
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He left in each of us his love of family,
his teary-eyed sentimentality, and he left
the aches and pains of his earthly body,
but he forgot to take his spray paint, and
his love of convertibles with the top down.
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He left the wife he loved so well,
the family and neighbors who miss him so,
and the unconditional love, but he
forgot his collection of nude calendars,
and he forgot to take his twinkle.
I know – I have it!
If your dad has left this earth, try writing a poem about what he left and what he forgot to take. Have fun with it!
Happy Sunday.
Happy Father’s Day!
See you with my sermon notes after church.
God bless you!
Comments on: "He Left Us" (3)
Beautifully done, Jan
Thank you! Happy Father’s Day, Derrick!
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