All Dad's Fault! Poem by David Whalen

Great grandchildren…
More that just a few
Grandchildren…
Got a lot of them too

Lot's of happy
Lot's of sad…
Lot's of goodness
And a bit of bad

A few deaths…
Lot's of life
Many fantasies
Just one wife

Many lives created
Most due to chance (or luck)
It all started on a warm summer evening
In the back of my dad's ol' pickup truck

The lightning bugs were glowin'
The hormones were flowin'
The attraction was growin'
And we were too young to be knowin'

Of the consequences of that summer night
And all the joy and heartbreak to be
Well…It was all my dad's fault…
This patchwork quilt of family

It all began
when I held out my hand
And he gave the pickup's
key to me

I think he knew all the while
What was goin' to be in store for me
Cause he had a bittersweet smile
As he handed me that key