The Father's Day Poem by Antonio Liao

Hail, hail, hail this day,
wave like angles
wings that close the sky,
the drifter of many
faces hover in dame of yesteryears;
a glorious recapitulation
of the first day's best dress in the
groom of today

all comes to joyous echo,
span like spam eaten
thou not consumed, a thirst of sweet
memories of a laughter fun
of the heart that sake the moment
of hello but not a goodbye

tricks and thrill surround
the circle of gummed,
like cherubim of gorgeous playing
in the sun, a Sunday of the man
of the Hour... Happy Father's Day