185. SWEET DREAMS

 

185.

SWEET DREAMS

Dad's voice strong and clear,

he sang lullabies every night

after Mom settled us,

the boys in their big bedroom

with three of everything,

me next door

in my pink bedroom,

Dad in the hall between us.

His medley soothing,

Brahms Lullaby plus taps,

(he was the bugle boy),

his finale my favorite,

the Whiffenpoof Song,

an old Yale drinking song!

Gentlemen Songsters

off on a spree

doomed from here

to eternity

Lord have mercy

on such as we,

Baa Baa Baa.

My dad was an original,

his own kind of masterpiece.

Goodnight, Dad.

I love you.

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