- 1
- All's not as it seems
- in the picnic's joy and laughter,
- but let's have some fun
- be happy then look back after.
- That guy over there
- seems to be dressed just like dad.
- But it is OK
- we will try not to be sad.
- 4
- Pass around the bread
- then with mayonnaise spread
- Put on tomatoes
- golden boys for the bread
- Crisp brown pork side
- then lettuce below the top slice
- Oh, what shared flavors
- as love is felt for the spice.
- 7
- Mom and Dad now talk
- as children away are turned.
- Something does seem wrong
- for there is no mountain fern,
- just therapy talk,
- but soon they return to hear
- the dreams of young girls
- a table top stage appears.
- 10
- Even through these hardships
- the sun is still there above.
- Like the B L T's
- the future is bright with love
- For father's past hate
- can become love to enrich all.
- As long as he tries
- and gets up after each fall.
|
2
A fun picnic table
in the aspen's shade is spread.
Father brought a chair
to sit at the table's head,
and look down each side
at eight other faces bright,
his offspring from God
and their Mom, oh what a sight.
5
A game has been brought
so members can laugh and play
a road board game
a race for wreckage to pay
One person must win.
'tis Dad's car that takes the lead
The kids must be tired
after the ride and the feed.
8
Three little skits are
now performed for Dad's laughter.
There's time though short
for the basketball after.
Then the sad parting
out through iron link gates,
prison is again Dad's fate.
The visit is over
11
The happy kind visit
is not remorse for the pen
All remember
as B L T's were eaten,
Dad's hopeful question,
“Are you sure you want dad home?”
and each “I do” from
eight mouths, then softly his own.
|
3
A warm summer;
a table spread with dip;
home made salsa
for the tortilla chips;
but best of all are
tasty B L T's- bacon,
lettuce, tomatoes,
gifts of the summer sun.
6
Each roll of the dice
Dad continues to advance
Laughing son's pursue
“we'll get him,” happy tongues dance.
Then interruptions,
a son takes over Dad's turn.
The brisk game soon ends.
Dad's win a proud son has earned.
9
But hope is still bright
though he deserves to be here
they all can forgive
in our Savior's love, so near.
Someday a fam'ly
again the nine can be.
The girls, the boys,
Mom, Dad, together, you'll see.
|
