My Father, Unlike any other

Salonista Cynthia

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Jun 17, 2019

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My Father, Unlike any other

Since he passed away,
My fathers, words and deeds
echo in my memories
conjugate cams, waxers,
envelopes, cups, and notebooks
machines he designed like a Polish Da vinci
the wonder of his blueprints
his off color collection of polkas
bar-tending skills, a master mixologist
clambake coordinator
patient with my learning
skipping grades would not have been
such a breeze had he not been there
sitting by my side in
the lazy boy lounger
tv blaring
eyes half closed
listening to me
recite the words
of religions deepest secrets
history’s relevance
spelling and all the parts of the the three R’s
his fondness for shrimp, lobster and the beach
luxury dinners and martinis
ice fishing stories
his best hookeelao punch
brings back memories of all
the teacher parties,holidays, clambakes, apple picking
polka parties and acts of charity that made
Pan Ted smile from ear to ear adjusting his necktie
with a prayer and a polka
he drove
slowing to pass
speeding to stop
my father, Mr. Kosky, Pan ted, My ted
and all his endearing ways
made him the engineer of devices
creator of good times
and a father, unlike any other.