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Rebecca Morse


There is a picture of my father
in front of his airplane
a jaunty little pose, one foot up
on the tire of his little two-seater,
hands almost-on-hips,
elbow cocked.?

A smirky little smile lets you know
that there is a twinkle in his eye you can’t see
behind those square sunglasses.?

He has more hair than I remember,
and it’s darker,
showing up dark in the black-and-white,
instead of salt and pepper or silver like I knew.?

He never took me up in that plane,
He gave up flying around the time that I was born.
I wish that I could ask him what it was like,
Or, even better,
Go up with him just once,
looking down and seeing houses like buttons, people like ants,
not a worry in sight.

by Rebecca Morse.
Used with the author’s permission.



Rebecca Morse grew up on a farm in Ohio, running about among cats, dogs, horses, and three older brothers. She loves reading, writing, baking, and playing with her delightful husband and twins. Rebecca has self-published several poems on Facebook and Geocities, and once had a poem published in her high school newsletter after winning a poetry contest. Your Daily Poem is her first foray into other venues.

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Thank you! :)
Posted 09/22/2010 07:55 AM
Rebecca, Welcome to Your Daily Poem . I love this image of your Dad. I have photos of my father in his Navy uniform that tell a whole story. Good for you for writing this poem. Ciao, L.Tanner
Posted 09/17/2010 09:46 PM
Oh, I think all of us who had good fathers can relate to this poem. Years ago I found a man who had been a schoolmate of my father; I cherished everything he could tell me about Dad as a boy!
Posted 09/17/2010 07:38 AM

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