• Father's Day - Poems for Dad

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  • Supermarket Saturday
    By Edwin S. Rice
    His eighty years regarded me, I’m sure,
    As fifty years of at-their-mercy sap;
    And thus we took the supermarket tour
    On Saturdays before my father’s nap.
    I’d trail his steps and listen while he’d state
    The facts on melons while he’d thump their side.
    “The fools,” he’s day. “They picked this one too late.”
    Then proudly chose another that he spied.
    But reading labels, that’s what took the time
    He’d show me how to figure price and weight,
    And how wise computing saved a dime.
    I’m thinking, Dad, it’s getting kind of late,
    On thinking back, what was the hurry then,
    I’d love to hear that melon-thump again.
    My Dad
    By Edwin S. Rice
    A stern, determined countenance he had.
    Unquestioned were the bidding words he said.
    But positives apply when there are “nine,”
    We never knew the spoil of, “All mine.”
    He never praised nor pardoned, and we knew
    To “knock if off," when he said, “That will do.”
    I never felt the “touted, special lad,”
    But still, to me he was a special dad.

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