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The Patriarch forgot, - is it the years

And illness perhaps trimmed  the memory?

Lo!  he relinquished, - as a true friend feared,

Gifts of the  heart  to  spouse  and  progeny.



That make light of gifts that hold the soul  

Of donor friend, whose spirit livers within,

He  cannot think but of the   Super Bowl

And cars bought and the prize of gasoline.



Lo! spouse and progeny are different

From the  good Patriarch himself, - and lost

And wasted were the gifts of  his true  friend,

Played ball with,  and the embroidered  Holy Ghost.



Or baseball,  football, -as the case may be,-

The long months lost to make the item -  shame!

But  down the drain goes the embroidery,

Forgive the chaps - - the mothers are to blame!.



The friend was made a fool of and repents,-

The patriarch forgot, and tedious toil

The needle work,   without acknowledgements,

Are used as oven mitts  or alum foil



The patriarch forgot and cannot know

And can’t recall the hand-made gifts of love,

Nor where the mystic  winds and zephyrs blow,-

His wife put them within her baking trough.



The patriarch forgot - he is beyond

To remonstrance and teach the  progeny,

But rather stresses even more the bond,

Of kith and kin, ignoring  flippancy.



The Patriarch  forgot -  none can defy

Big mischief raising up its nasty head,

When issues fail to work, or go awry,

The Patriarch forgot, - how very sad!



The Patriarch forgot! forgot!   forgot!,-

Him who had matters firmly  in  his hand,

Oh donors of your heartstrings  -  pray to God

For strength to stand by a  forgetful friend!.









  Elizabeth Dandy