A Poem for My Father’s Birthday

Dad would have been eighty today. One of his greatest loves was jazz, and I have many fond childhood memories of the two of us listening to such music together. You can watch a video of the song we often enjoyed. To hear me read the poem, click this link.

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Dad, Fats, and Me

 

As the piano’s base notes

imitate baby elephant patter,

I stomp my six-year-old feet in time,

while sitting on the couch across from Dad,

sprawled in his easy chair, his nose in a book.

He looks up, chuckles.

 

As Fats Waller sings no praises

to a woman’s over-sized feet,

I stand, stomp around the den.

Dad sings along–I giggle.

 

As the song crescendos

with blaring saxophone and trumpet,

I lift my feet,

bring them to the floor with purpose.

 

The record has other songs:

“The Joint is Jumpin’,” “Seafood, Mama,”

but my little feet always stomp in time

whenever I hear Fats say, “Your Feet’s Too Big.”

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Abbie J. Taylor 010Author Abbie Johnson Taylor

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Spring (An Acrostic Poem)

Season of new beginnings, your

presence in late March, early April

revives hope, nature’s promise.

In winter, we drooped in the cold snow-covered landscape.

Now, we smile, as the sun shines, causes

growth of flowers, trees, warms the earth at last.

 

To hear me read this poem, go to https://dl.dropboxusercontent.com/u/15213189/spring.mp3

 

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