How I miss yr blue eyes, Dad?
A gift, if you are Maltese
They sparkle like the skies
When the clouds melt as the sun
Comes out of the rain
But I know you are looking down
Though, I would like to feel yr embrace
And to tell you to put yr teeth back in
The last 2 opposing lines are a stroke of genius, LeeAnn! Such a tender poem of fatherly remembrance.
Love for Dad is very much in your poem. Nice tribute LeeAnn. Liked it.
An endearing tribute to your beloved father dear poetess LeeAnn! You can't forget those blue eyes...
(2) My dad used to take out his false teeth and say 'Look, Mom, no cavities! '
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A nice tribute to your dad, LeeAnn. I had to chuckle at the last line. (continued)