Saturday, October 6, 2012

October 6, 2012



My Dad
Thomas Cassells, October 6, 1917 - March 14, 1972


 
 

He was the tallest man in the world,
My Dad.
His voice thundered from the skies,
And when it did
We children of the 1940s stopped, listened
Answered yes sir
Jumped right then
In a minute did not exist

He was like a chocolate-dipped ice cream cone,
My Dad
Beneath the hard-shell exterior
Laid a compassionate heart,
Love-filled,
Harboring a man who, in retrospect
of course, was funny.
How did you meet Mama?
On a slow boat to China.
He was the tallest man in the world,
My Dad.

6 comments:

  1. Oh I love this very much! Thank you Annis for sharing this wonderful glimpse of your Dad!

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    1. I'm glad you like it, Morgan. He was quite a man. Thanks for writing. xoA

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  2. I loved your mama, Ms Ruthie and wish I could have met Thomas. JM1

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  3. What a wonderful poem! You have always had a way with words....

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    1. So sweet of you to say so, Kate. Thanks. xoA

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