ODE TO DADDY
All my life I thought that you -
would leave the house some day,
"Take off on your chopper"
as you always used to say.
I'm sure that you were tempted
'O many times indeed,
Reflecting on actual your life, versus
The one you'd thought you'd lead
Many years have come and gone
And most are in the past,
Yet, you've stayed all along, as 'your
dreams' seemed to come last.
I'm glad you never left us,
As painful as it seems,
All the grief we gave you-
And never having means,
So just for you, my Daddy dear,
Let it ring throughout the land-
Now you've got your "chopper,"
One that fits right in your hand.
And though you cannot ride it,
For this, I'm truly sorry,
Never let us hear you say - -
"I never got my Harley."
©1999 Lisa Martin (my email: email@example.com)
I was just going through some things after moving and found a poem I had written for my Dad back in 1999. He absolutely loved Harley-Davidson motorcycles. Always wanted one. Never had one. He had motorcycles (BSA and Honda), but not "the one." He died in 2008 and I miss him terribly. He was a great Dad. Throughout my youth, we had a running joke around the house, that he was always going to "take off" on his Harley if things got too out of control or difficult. But, he was always there for us, put his family first, took care of our needs, supported us and our many causes, and and never left, not even once. This was the inspiration for the poem, which was accompanied with a gift which we gave him for Christmas in 1999 - "a desktop-sized Harley of his own."