Cameo Role
I was sibling told, that Daddy was born
in the backseat of a moving car
Mama said loving him
was like taking a rocket ship trip to the stars
She said, with pioneer grit, we were
a Robinson Crusoe family stranded on Mars
Mama’s oldest sister said, that stubby-face hubby of hers
was a ramblin’ man who enjoyed to wander afar
Daddy’s youngest brother sighed with soft piano ebony eyes,
and D minor intoned how “Dill” was the sweetest pickle in the jar
Whether what they all said was partially true or partially not,
I carry with me no burdensome emotional scars
My fondest memories of Daddy is him showing up unexpectedly ...
bearing gifts in his charming arms, strong as iron bars
I love that my Daddy played a cameo role in my life —
Joyously hearing his voice smile like the brightest aurora
I treasured those lively times together, more than
the empty stretches of dead space where others’ regrets are
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