such a perfect being
starting life’s long path
greeting us all with
extremely good lungs

Your hair – blond peach fuzz
was just like your Mama’s
when I held her for the first time
twenty-two years before you

Your eyes just like her eyes
huge – blue – seeing . . .What?
They say babies can’t see
until much later, but

We know, don’t we,
my boy? We know
there’s an inner seeing
that comes first

It was your wise little
old man face that
let me know you
had that inner seeing

And now, fifteen years
later – though I look up to you
- for you’re already taller
than I – you will always –

always be
my first-born and
forever loved Grand-boy
Happy birthday, Sean!

Sean reading his copy of the above poem during his birthday party

here’s the whole fam damily

could you  believe that WE were 15 when we met? (almost 42 years ago!)

other pics at right.

so the anchorage paper is calling for haiku about salmon – and while I was “busy” sitting at the desk today and unable to do my work in my office, I began doodling them out. Sent them in – here are a couple:

Salmon bright side up

Lemon, garlic, onion, YUM!

Belly up to the plate

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Fly fishing sure beats

Working - the old man spat and

Landed another red

fun, huh? ?I ended up with 13 to send. Had to force myself to quit, they were that much fun to write. I’ll let you know if any make the paper.

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