He used to shine my shoes,
said it was his military training,
couldn’t abide the scuff marks.
He used to offer mom broccoli,
as a bouquet,
every time they bought groceries.
He would go for veggie burgers with a friend,
though he wasn’t a vegetarian.
He made sure we were all equal,
treating everyone fairly,
never looking down on anyone.
His stern voice scared us,
his corny jokes made us all laugh.
Though he didn’t always understand us
he was there when it mattered,
tying skates and soccer shoes, attending concerts.
These small things
were how he said he loved us.
He used to shine my shoes.
What’s going on…
On July 16th, 2016, my dad died suddenly, unexpectedly. I wrote this for his funeral. I miss you daddy. I hope you know how well you loved, and how well you were loved by us all.