my dad he

my dad he

A Poem by Marc Mccune

memories of a father from long ago

my dad wore
Yardley aftershave
and Old Spice

he smoked
Chesterfield cigarettes
and Old Golds

he drank
Duquesne Beer
at The Elks Club
and the Knights of Columbus

sometimes he was
on the wagon

my dad liked
iced coffee
in his smoking jacket

he liked
limburger cheese
and bleu cheese
and dijon mustard

he told me he was
a drummer, but I never heard him play
a singer, but I never heard him sing

he was an actor and director
in the local theater group.
he went to Hollywood once,
but came home after two weeks

© 2013 Marc Mccune

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Added on April 9, 2013
Last Updated on April 9, 2013
Tags: dad, memories


Marc Mccune
Marc Mccune

Hickory Hills, IL

writer/poet, musician/music aggregator, genealogist/historian, fossil hunter/vinyl record collector, reader/collector of ideas I Changed My Mind (blog) Instagram Tumblr facebook.. more..

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