He taught me you can never have too much love
or too much ice cream in the freezer. That it matters
how you shake someone’s hand. He taught me
to pile wet seaweed on a bare patch of dirt
so the earthworms will come to the surface.
He taught me how to cast, to set the hook, to filet.
He taught me to cheer for myself. Once,
he taught me to say no, and to mean it,
and we shouted it over and over into the phone,
our voices a joyful chorus of refusal. He taught me
that despite unceasing pain, you can still
be grateful to be alive. That it is possible
to love someone very different from you.
That you can go to different schools together.
He taught me to take life seriously, and then
to speak in made up languages and giggle till you cry.
He taught me you can’t save everyone, but
you can save a few. And it’s important that you do.
What a wonderful father you have, Rosemerry. This poem made me smile because I saw hints of my dad in it – the ice cream, the lessons on shaking hands, and playing with language. What a great read to begin the day.
Thank you, LuAnne! Sounds as if we are both lucky to have loving fathers!
May all be taught all this, and may all be taught with love. For too many are not, and yet there cannot be too much love.
Yes … always room for more love. And there are so many ways to do it right. My father was/is amazing as a teacher
Indeed, lots of ways to love and do it right. I’m so glad your father as who he is for you! What a blessing! 🙂
lovely one, Rosemerry! thanks again….
Thank you, dear Carol