The urge to write poetry is like having an itch. When the itch becomes annoying enough you scratch it.
You know my father as governor as president but I knew him as dad. I was so...
I think he would have been proud and smiling... when we laid him to rest...
I had never said 'dad I love you.'
Dad sometimes patted me on the knee and called me his Little Schmuck.
Because of my father we are that Shining City on a Hill.
Dad was the only adult male I ever trusted.