It’s a glorious morning,
sunny and blue skied,
cool and breezy,
my favourite,
kind of weather.
I’d like to wish a ,
Happy Father’s Day,
to some of you,
who are fathers,
and,
to the fathers of all of you.
I was blessed with,
a father who was,
unique,
and,
interesting,
not easy,
but,
smart and unconventional,
he’s been gone a while,
but,
he lives on in me,
in so many ways.
I know many,
exceptional,
and,
exemplary fathers.
My friend busy writer,
her man,
a sterling example,
of a caring, strong father.
My cousin’s guy,
he is a sweet,
playful,
dotting,
and,
devoted father,
of four.
My friend,
Francoys,
the anarchist,
words can hardly,
describe,
what a selfless,
generous father,
he is,
he always says,
he can’t be proud,
of his son’s achievements,
he didn’t acheive them!
but,
in a way he did,
allowing,
his son,
freedom,
to grow,
and,
become.
By,
always,
having,
his back,
and,
loving him,
unconditionally,
I am proud to know,
and love these men.
Strong, masculine,
sensitive, tender,
we don’t tell them,
often enough,
the men in our lives,
how much,
we admire them,
that’s what I’m doing,
today:-)
Father’s day,
makes me nostalgic,
makes me miss,
my dad,
and,
my grandpapa,
and this morning,
I read of the passing,
of a musician.
Who reminds me,
of days gone by.
Clarence Clemmons,
the big man,
the saxophonist,
who played with,
my man,
Bruce.
It’s Clemmons rockin’
Sax,
on Rosalita,
and his sensitive,
almost,
crying,
instrument,
at the beginning,
of,
The River and Independance Day,
he rocks,
us,
through,
Sherry Darling,
and,
Born To Run.
He was Bruce’s right hand man,
he was a colossal force,
he belongs,
with the greats.
The Sax,
is my favourite,
Jazz instrument,
Webster,
Hawkins,
Young,
Coletrane,
but,
Clarence was,
Rock and Roll,
Baby!!
He is part of my soundtrack,
and his music lives on.
RIP big guy,
Godspeed.
Later girls,
BB
