Several Father's Day observations from PaPa Boreegard aka Mike O'Neil:
Father’s Day in Retro
What does a son yearn for, after all?
To know his father—that mysterious entity,
Daddy, Papa, Da, Pop,
The bloodline to the past.
Combing through his writing, if there was such,
Recalling his pronouncements,
Gazing at the kodaks for a hint of
Meaning behind the frown or smile.
We delve the unknowable, we sons,
(Daughters, take your own matters in hand),
And while you may think you have a clue,
Sonny Boy, you don’t.
Boreegard
FATHER’S DAY
Hey nonnie nonnie,
There’s fish in the bay,
It’s Father’s Day,
It’s Father’s Day!
And for the while,
They’ll be scraping and bowing,
Oh hidey-ho,
They’ll be kowtowing.
But comes the morrow,
When Daddy Day’s done,
There’s no more cake,
And no more fun.
Oh, no more fondle,
No more fawn,
It’s “Get out there,
And mow the lawn!”
Boreegard.