June 17 is Father’s Day. Happy Father’s Day to my dad, and to all fathers! Enjoy it!
My dad has always been very good at fixing things—windows, cars, bicycles, etc. I am not, and never have been. Here’s a poem to honor his “fix-ability.”
My Father Can Fix Anything
My father can fix anything.
This was always true.
He can make a motor purr.
He can make a blender stir.
He can make a faucet tight.
He can make a clock work right.
He could fix my airplane’s wing.
He can fix most anything.
The things I fix don’t seem to stay
fixed for very long.
I drill a hole, turn a screw—
it doesn’t hold—add more glue!
I pull a handle—nothing works.
If they’re there I find the quirks!
I push a button, then it breaks.
I don’t have what it takes.
Then I think: there is one thing!
Though I can’t fix anything,
and though it makes me mad,
there is one thing, I must say, I have always had:
when things that break just make me blue,
there is one thing I know to do:
I don’t waste time feeling sad—
I grab the phone and call my dad!
Happy Father’s Day!
©Daniel Mark Extrom 2007-2012. All rights reserved.
