Calvary Chronicle

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Father's Day Poem

Reminiscence

Barber shop,

Clippings drop.

A picture on the wall takes me home.

“It looks like the old home place, I said.”

But it sure was hard on Mom and Dad.

The things I knew, and suffered through

These young folks just can’t know.

Says to me, “It’s sure been warm”,

But looks like rain, or maybe snow.”

Magazines are fun to read

and bring back memories.

But these aren’t news, it’s plain to see,

They’re more like history.

A little off the ears

The strap, flap, flap.

That cream is nice and warm.

Been sick a spell, sad to tell.

Yep, that picture takes me home.

Almost done. “Is that your son?”

“Yeah. He’s in for a little while”.

“Here’s something for you.”

And with quarters two

He turned and left with a smile.

Rev. Ron Abbott

1-22-99

Remembering taking Dad for a haircut.