My Dad was a funny man. So many of our friends and family can instantly recall one of his jokes, quick comebacks or stories. He had one poem he used to recite to us kids every Spring. At the first and most perfect opportunity, Dad would stand up straight and strike a pose like he was in front of an esteemed group of colleagues and say:
Spring has sprung.
The grass is riz.
I wonder where
the flowers is?
After the first few years of laughing, we would groan. As we grew older, we'd moan and roll our eyes while hiding a grin or giggle so as not to encourage him. I smile broadly when I think about it now knowing that poor Cece is in for the same with her Daddy. So, off to the park we go to enjoy the amazing blue skies, the cries of the fledgling eagles and a run in the new grass to find out just where ... the flowers is.
I love you, Daddy.
2 comments:
I know where a little pigtailed flower named Cece is... Definitely much sweeter. Thanks.xoxo
wow, cece looks JUST LIKE YOU in this pic. The expression on her face- you, all the way.
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