In memory of Papa
My first ghazal
I remember his toolboxes, table vice, hand sander Still remember foul humor, impatience, frank candor I remember clever math tricks and right-wing politics And sultry actresses at whom he would gander I remember him sitting, reading, problem solving Frustrated, resigned, when his mind would meander I remember long summers he nannied my daughter Love all-consuming, warmed bottles he'd hand her I remember brilliance; I remember his strength, God Deep in principles anchored; never able to pander I remember no bullshit and deep disappointments Because and regardless no one ever stood grander I remember a young David who worshipped his Papa None could ever replace him, not one ben Alexander
Nelson MCBS 