The Twenty-Ninth Poem: Vol. 1
A Tribute to My Son’s Twenty-Ninth Birthday
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SANITY A beautiful red-flowering bush is to my left some thirty feet away, beyond that beige, diagonally-crossed banister, beyond those old gray-painted steps, beyond the other white, vertical handrail, and she stands there in the sun erect, tall, slender, and ever-so-proudly looks back at me. She smiles and dances and weaves in the wind, and holds her petals tantalizingly high just for me, so I can sneak a peek. Her name and her petals’ names are all the same, and they call themselves Sanity.
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The Twenty-Ninth Poem: Vol. 1 demonstrates the love and admiration poet Daddy Dave has for his now-grown son and is intended for him, to be passed down, dwelled upon, thought through, and remembered.
In this collection of one hundred poems, author Daddy Dave leaves a legacy for his daughter in honor of her twenty-ninth birthday. This compilation represents a group of stories, thoughts, observations, and beliefs that reflects the memories, concepts, and philosophies of the family.
Written in free-verse, non-rhyming style, many of the poems convey the magic bond between father and daughter, as shown in “How to Blow Your Nose.” /You were sitting up on the kitchen counter / next to the sink with your legs swinging in the air, / and I was showing you how to blow air out / of your usually clogged nose. / During the several preceding months, / the harder I tried to show you the magic exhaling blow, / the harder you tried to do the troubled inhaling sniff, and / the more frustrated you became. / And then, finally, I simply exhaled through my nose and / onto your finger lightly, / as if trying to move a small red feather / across a sheet of glass, / and then a moment later, I modestly exhaled through my nose and / onto your finger, a little harder this time, / as if trying to move a piece of white cotton / across that same sheet of glass, / and then a moment later I blew a little harder and a little harder / until finally I exhaled through my nose hard enough / onto that little finger of yours / that I made a slight honking sound, and you giggled. / That was the seed of the magic, and within seconds / the concept clicked with you, and you ran down the hallway / showing off your newly acquired talent / to your mother. /
The Twenty-Ninth Poem: Vol. 2 demonstrates the love and admiration poet Daddy Dave has for his now-grown daughter and is intended for her as she, too, teaches her own two lovely children how to blow their noses. And, in that process, how to move small red feathers across the panes of life.
About the Author
DADDY DAVE is a college professor and a professional engineer. He practices the art of karate, is an enthusiastic teacher, an occasional watercolorist, and has interests in foreign languages, classical music, mathematics, statistics, and the stock market. He has written and published several technical articles and has kept journals on various topics for many years, but, more importantly, he is simply the proud father of two great kids, one of whom earns the focus of the present volume. He lives in Tennessee.