My Daddy was a complex man
A pianist and musician
Tinkled the ivories, up and down
scales his hands ran
A father, a member of the church
board
A teacher, a member of the
community
Daddy created performance
opportunities
Daddy loved music, played piano
with passion
His performances received many
ovations
His love for music didn’t follow
current fashion
Daddy loved opera, show music,
Beethoven, Chopin
Daddy sent me chocolate and carrot
cake from Omaha Steaks
Daddy had a big personality
combined with
An even bigger voice
Daddy liked to knock back vodka
Stolis
His poison of choice
Daddy said recently, “Son I don’t
drink anymore,”
I laughed later; putting away meats
he’d sent me shopping for
Lying in the freezer was his prized
Stolichnaya Vodka (stol-ich-na-ya)
My Daddy liked to knock back the
Vodka Stolis
Quality vodka from Russia Papa
liked
Daddy liked to talk, carried a
conversation
My Daddy was only human, like the
rest of us
Daddy liked to party and partied hardy
till the end
With his many friends
A few days before his death he'd
planned
A big birthday celebration, a yearly
event, at a nearby hotel
Everyone came to party with Daddy
This years’ event happened without
my Daddy
He wanted to go but couldn’t get
out of bed
Who would’ve though two weeks later
he’d be dead
Daddy forgot to invite me but I
didn’t mind
Luckily Lia was there to find out why
he hadn’t arrived
That final party was short lived
Memories shared survive in my heart
crash-dived
Daddy passed down his love for
music to me
The love for art ran deep through
both sides of my family
Dad wasn’t all bad; he wasn’t all
good
He was my dad and I loved him for all that he was
He was my dad and I loved him for all that he was
I've helped several people by writing Mother or Father poems after their loved one passed on. Here's another poem for a my husband's loss.
