June 21st is always for me, a sweet day.
The first day of summer and Father’s Day.
A special day for sure, and it’s ironic that I’m posting this so late because my dad hated it when people were late!
My dad grew up on a farm in Illinois,
and flew P38’s over Germany in WWII.
He received a degree in civil engineering from The University of Illinois,
raised 2 pretty good kids, and did a bunch of other cool stuff.
But mostly, he was a great Dad.
Here’s a poem by Theodore Roethke that reminds me of him
My Papa’s Waltz
The whiskey on your breath
Could make a small boy dizzy;
But I hung on like death:
Such waltzing was not easy.
We romped until the pans
Slid from the kitchen shelf;
My mother’s countenance
Could not unfrown itself.
The hand that held my wrist
Was battered on one knuckle;
At every step you missed
My right ear scraped a buckle.
You beat time on my head
With a palm caked hard by dirt,
Then waltzed me off to bed
Still clinging to your shirt.
– Theodore Roethke
Happy Father’s Day & Happy Solstice day 2015