Who am I? Father,/
son, friend, writer. Above all,/
I’m a Child of God.
Tag Archives: Father
Seeing Hidden Nature: Revolutionary IMprov Haiku
I’m grateful for a/
Dad and Grandma who helped me/
see hidden nature.
A Son’s Simple Statement On His Dad’s Birthday: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
My father is a/
good man. I am grateful that/
I came to his house.
Leaving A Voicemail Goodbye: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
It’s very hard to/
call your daughter and leave her /
a “Goodbye” voice mail.
Fatherly Love Lacking: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
At some point a few/
dads learn that fatherly love/
just isn’t enough.
You're Rounding Third: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
So many times I/
stood in the coach’s box and/
waved you home. Now, stop!
Pissed Purple Helpless: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku Lament
I wear purple ‘cuz/
I’m pissed and helpless and there’s/
nothing I can do.
OR
I wear purple ‘cuz/
I’m pissed, helpless and can’t pay/
for her burial.
Every Dad's Wonder: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
Does every father/
wonder if he’ll ever see/
his daughter again?
Tales Of Rescue (‘Cuz That’s What Dad’s Do) : Revolutionary ImproVerse Poem
My sister told the tale/
of being under sail/
years before.
She capsized,/
but she knew,/
and was not surprised/
with how quickly from the shore/
our Father flew/
to her rescue.
While I was glad/
that she was loved by our Dad,/
I knew/
Between him and me/
there would never be/
such sharing/
or attentive caring.
Yesterday, decades hence,/
my cousin and I went/
on a day sail,
and our mast ripped apart and failed.
So, we drifted, demasted,
but my anxiousness only lasted/
a moment or two/
before I knew/
that once more/
my Dad had watched from shore/
and quickly, in his boat without crew,
was coming to his child’s rescue.
Because that’s what Dads do.
Something No Father Should Face: Revolutionary ImproVerse Haiku
No dad should reach the/
point where he must tell his girl:/
“Go. Die. I can’t help.”