Tribute to Dad

A Tribute to Dad

He gifted me his name and his nose;
Since his feet hurt all the time,
Thankfully not his toes.
He worked hard, that dad of mine.

We often had a battle of wills,
Because I am firstborn, I later teased.
I didn’t always sit quiet and still;
Sometimes that’s all it took to please.

First memories are blurry and dim,
Bundled and playing with my dog in the cold,
Waiting to hear his truck and see him
Climb down from his rig, back in the fold.

I had a puppet so Dad taught me a rhyme,
He teased and tickled and gave me rides,
My home was safe. I felt loved all the time
Even when he had to tan my hide.

His laugh was distinctive and contagious,
Though his voice could be cold and stern
When he deemed my behavior outrageous.
He made sure good lessons I learned.

Along with adventures and family fun,
Blessings and love live on in my mind,
So glad that Mom thought he was the one.
My siblings and I think no better you’d find.

Calvin Granville Pearson (1925 – 2003)

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About Teresa Pearson Lee

Retired after 33 years of teaching English and French (one year in private school in Memphis, TN and the rest in public school in Doniphan, MO. Enjoying new adventures - all those things I put off for lack of time, energy, now I can try them! Pottery, writing, traveling, camping, kayaking, dancing, listening to some of the best live music ever, and making lively new friendships. All christened with an appreciation for great red wine! Created and operated KC's on the Current, then sold it and managed it for new owners. You might still find me at the reservation desk when spring rolls around. Born and raised in St. Louis, MO near The Hill. Though a transplant to Southeast Missouri, still a city gal at the core with a deep love of the natural resources in these Ozark foothills. Currently I am a content coordinator for Poplar Bluff Living Magazine and a columnist/stringer for the local weekly The Prospect News. My rescue Siamese helps with most of the proofreading; he has a great ear. I relish the solitude easily had in the Mark Twain Forest but thoroughly enjoy lively outings for music, wine, conversation close to home or in my beloved hometown. Technology is my greatest challenge but so worth the shared connections. There may be a need for solitude but there is little loneliness. The material in this blog written by Teresa Lee is her property and cannot be used without express written consent to do so.
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