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.
qazse 
June 15, 2008 at 12:58 am
This is a repost from Aug. 06 and May 07 in honor of my dad.
June 15, 2008 at 2:23 am
i love this poem.
Happy Father’s Day.
June 16, 2008 at 1:30 am
Yes… great poem.
Regards
June 17, 2008 at 12:08 pm
Thank you both.
July 19, 2008 at 11:17 pm
i love this poem, too.
the rhythm and symetry.
i don’t know how to spell symmetry.
shoot.
July 20, 2008 at 12:03 am
Thank you clancyjane! Did you mean sighmetry?