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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!!!
The Grey Wayfarer 