Sam & G'pa

I miss my Dad.

It'll be two years ago ~ coming up soon . . .  in a couple of weeks . . .  and it still feels like just yesterday when my brother came to my house and I knew ~  just seeing his face when he got out of his vehicle ~  that he was gone.  

I was digging around in some of my old files and came across a song and a poem and it really hit home how much I loved him and how fun he was to have around.

He was always singing little songs to us and reciting poetry.  

Here's two that were his favorites:


1. When you're in love, you're in an awful pain;
Whoever's tried it will not disagree.
I was so very fond of Nikolina,
And Nikolina just as fond of me.

2. I asked her father for her hand in marriage
And got the answer in the strangest way.
I never yet got out on any doorstep
In such a hurry as I did that day.

3. So I went home and wrote to Nikolina,
"Oh, Nikolina, won't you meet me soon?
Please meet me in the woods on Wednesday evening,
And be there with the rising of the moon."

4. And there I met a figure disconcerting.
The moon no greater glory could attain.
The one I met was Nikolina's papa,
Armed with the meanest, most disturbing cane.

5. And then my knees, how they began to tremble.
I tried to run, but did not have a chance,
For in the woods, as on my knees I stumbled,
The cane began to do a polka dance.

6. Then I went home and wrote to Nikolina,
"There's not the slightest bit of hope in me.
If you don't end me of this awful torture,
I'll end it all by jumping in the sea."

7. Then Nikolina answered in a hurry,
"Oh, darling Karl, don't be so unwise!
A suicide is nothing but a dumbbell.
Why don't we wait until the old man dies?"

8. And so I wait, and so does Nikolina.
To see the old man kick the bucket soon,
And on his grave we're planting in remembrance
The cane he used upon me 'neath the moon.



Life gets teejus. Don't It?
The sun comes up and the sun goes down,
The hands on the clock keep going round,
I just get up and it's time to lay down,
Life gets teejus, don't it?

My shoes untied but I don't care,
I was'nt figuring on going nowhere,
I'd have to wash and comb my hair,
And that's just wasted effort.

Water in the well gettin' lower en lower,
Can't take a bath for a month or more,
But I've heard it told and it's true I'm sure,
That too much bathing weakens yer.

Open the door and the flies come in,
Shut the door and yer sweating again,
And in the process, I cracked my shin,
Just one darn thing after another.

Ol brown mule, he must be sick,
I jabbed him in the rump with a pin on a stick,
He humped his back but he did'nt kick,
There's something cockeyed somewhere.

Ol mouse chawing on the pantry door,
Been chawing thar for a month or more,
When he gets through he's gonna be sore,
There aint a darn thing in there.

Hound dog howling so forlorn,
Laziest dog that ever was born,
He's howling cause he's sittin' on a thorn,
And he's just too tired to move over.

Tin roof leaks and the chimney leans,
There's a hole in the seat of my old blue jeans,
I at' the last of my pork and beans,
Just can't depend on nothin'.

Cows gone dry and the hens won't lay,
Fish stopped biting last Saturday,
Troubles piling up day by day,
And now I'm gettin' dandruff.

Grief and misery pain and woes,
Bills and taxes and so it goes,
And now I'm gettin' a cold in the nose,
Life gets tasteless - Don't it?!


1 comment:

  1. OMG, Mel, I was just thinking of these myself, today while I was out in the garage making plum jellies. I know the feeling, Missing Daddy is unbearable sometimes, and sometimes it seems we can walk in the door and find him sitting in his chair or at the table playing cards...Life on earth really is short, isn't it, even tho he saw 80 yrs. young. A funny day really, for Colleen was having flashbacks too...we miss you Daddy and we love you, we love you, we love you until OUR dying day...and then some