I always look forward to moments at supper When we savor mama’s delicacies lacquered in pepper Whilst listening to your narrations of fables Cast in antiquity, of beings and their hustles. Your razor sharp wit always on beck and call To solve all thorny issues no matter how small. Spotting an imperfection so perfect To think you circumspect Would be a costly error Needless to say you still champion the era Of pre-digital awareness Yet you harness Technology with mind boggling dexterity. No wonder you possess an unmatched temerity.
This poetic piece an afterthought after realization that I've several poetic pieces of mama and not even one of papa. This one is to 'knock papa out"....:-)