In memory of Papa
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