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Happy Mani’s Day!

As a toddler boy, I stood in awe of my Dad skipping stones.

As a small boy, my dad taught me to skip stones

As a larger boy, I skipped stones while my Dad watched

As a teenage boy, I skipped stones to get away from my Dad

As a young man, I had no time to skip stones; more important things to do.

As a dating man, I skipped stones after the lover’s embrace

As a married man, I once again had no time to skip stones

As a new Dad, I skipped stones while my toddler watched in awe

As a Dad, I taught my son to skip stones

As a Dad, I watched with pride as my son skipped stones.

As a middle-aged man, I once again had no time to skip stones – building a career

As an older man. I daydreamed of skipping stones while hard at work

As a retired man, I finally have a chance to skip stones with my grandchildren

As an old man, I watch others skip stones, wishing I still had the strength to do so.

In death, my last thought is me skipping stones, while Dad watches on.

Writer’s Notes:

This one came out of the blue when, at work, I was thinking about my dad around Father’s Day. I remember a time when we were at a lake and my mom and him were watching me skip stones. I suppose then it is a belated Father’s Day poem.

That said, I wanted this poem to be a little more universal to a lot of men who have similar memories. Its style is more about a timeline of feelings about skipping stones. It’s probably more of a meditation than a poem. I hope everyone enjoys it.

I remain.

The Rabyd Skald – Wandering Soul, Bard, and Philosopher.  The Grey Wayfarer.

Skal!!!