Dad Wore Hats

June 15, 2008

Not when he should have.

On a cold bright day
he would call out
where is your hat?
while the wind played
in his hair.

Nor the way he should have.

It was always
crunched atop his head
by a nephew or daughter
running around our backyard
at a picnic.

Nor what he should have.

Into the dewy night
the adults would sing
heads touching in harmony
dad smoking a Chesterfield
wearing a bonnet.

6 Responses to “Dad Wore Hats”

  1. qazse Says:

    This is a repost from Aug. 06 and May 07 in honor of my dad.

  2. c Says:

    i love this poem.

    Happy Father’s Day.

  3. fencer Says:

    Yes… great poem.


  4. qazse Says:

    Thank you both.

  5. clancyjane Says:

    i love this poem, too.
    the rhythm and symetry.

    i don’t know how to spell symmetry.

  6. qazse Says:

    Thank you clancyjane! Did you mean sighmetry?

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