Children even grown ones, maybe especially grown ones can surprise you in the most unusual way. Today my daughter gave me a very special Father’s day gift. Read on.
Bobble Head Biker Dad Twas July the ninth a day like any other Today was a thirty year celebration for Cheryl’s brother. In business he was for that time at that place, only he like his father could keep up the pace. But before we left to celebrate Dan’s glee My daughter Anna sent a text message to me! Would I be home about two-ish? You see, she would stop by A treat for me was in the offing. I wondered why. No. Sadly I replied for Dan’s party on our calendar did note We have planned to visit from one to four to help him gloat about a business that he tended for life with much pride And hopefully soon he would into the sunset ride Secretive was Anna with her clues and her hints I imagined her baking and thought not of it since When we returned from the celebration of Dan, A gift bag on the dining room table did stand. Happy Father’s day it shouted with great joy! Catch on I did not, Anna’s secretive ploy. Within was a box, its contents wrapped with care It was obvious to me no baking was there Instead was something that inspired me to write this poorly worded rhyme, an iambic fight Prose is more my love. To wax philosophic Poetry and rhyme is for me catastrophic But I gave it a go. And now I am through Thank you Anna. You know I love you. And on my desk near others, you know I will add this wonderful addition of bobble-head biking DAD
Carpe bobble-head Diem.