I know and feel the pain
for some of my favorite poets
We miss loved ones
For me my celebration tomorrow
Son's birthday, Grandson's graduation
Father's pride
From abused and poverty
The pride is how far we have come
At best I received an Associates degree
and most of that love of poetry
Now there are a family of college graduates
And there is no doubt on Ryan
Whatever competition he excels
picking strawberries pays $12 an hour
For me it was 25 cents a bucket
And be proud to help Mom pay the bills
I believe in helping the poor
Only not those on drugs not helping themselves
I miss both Grandfathers
One a ship builder for the war effort
And though his viewpoints on Socialism misread
He believed it was those with plenty's goal
To help those who had nothing
During the war he help American Japanese Germans
and those on skidrow
They were nightly visitors and he was hated for that
Would that not be a concept for our billionaires?
My stepdad was a lead head of construcion of Space Needle
May God bless all our Fathers on this day
For our day is to make this world a better place