For my dad. |
53’ Luscombe Tail-dragger A dilapidated sheet metal shed Doors barely hanging on rusted hinges Waiting to embrace Father’s pride and joy A 53’ Luscombe, new, slick, and sleek Silver, light like unfurled angel white wings Father stands with carbon copy son, hands Clutching family history and sermons With the left and right the family future The genuine smile so unlike his job As the mayor of Nelson, Nebraska God fearing, righteous a working man’s man City figurehead by day, father daily To four sons and a church full of God’s flock Husband to a typical, thirty’s girl Trying to do right by family and God Mayor preached the good book over airwaves To the homebound from surrounding cities The voice of a bard singing parables Instilling morals to every faithful soul Flying the tail-dragger to conventions Taking his son while spreading his strong faith Son follows through life in father’s footsteps Learning scriptures, soaring with unshakable love His life laid out on his own little destiny But life doesn’t always go as planned Fog as thick as maple syrup mixing With Old Man Winter’s sloppy white kisses Father’s impatience spelled impending doom But love doesn’t wait for weather he told his wife Father asked Mother to give the boys his love Asked her to wait for dinner until he returned Told her he loved her and would be home soon Faith couldn’t save him that cold frosty morn He left Corpus Christi on a prayer and a song God must’ve blinked 20 miles from home As the plane’s landing gear tangled in a wire fence A crumpled, jagged metal ball told the story Of Father’s last flight, yet not all was lost One survivor crawled out barely holding on Father’s friend, stronghold, companion in faith Held Father’s last request made on his final breath To take care of his boys and hold his wife’s hand Lee gave his word and started making the plans To break the word gently, and pick up the pieces Lee never got the chance, his injuries severe The messengers of death wore shiny silver badges That reminded sons of Dad’s 53’ Luscombe Soon to go on the auction block to save The family farm and make sure they ate Mother went to visit Father’s companion Regaling him with tales of the boys antics The pain of losing Father and surviving Day to day, learning to live life again How the boys were being so tough and strong The flock offering their hearts and their prayers Bringing tuna casserole condolences Lee worked hard to get through life’s deep trenches If Korea didn’t kill me, neither will this A man was as good as his word back then His even more valuable worth it’s weight in gold He recovered except for the deep scars On his person and in his heart beating With the unshakable faith that saved his life And love for his friend and his newly adopted Ready made self contained family a gift Lee tried to do what was right by his word And took on the Mother and her four sons They eventually married despite one son Who still idolized the man who was now gone Son’s faith left in tatters, God had failed him And so began his long road into hell At eighteen, Son had quit school and married Started drinking socially supposedly Six years and six wives later, met another Woman who had a tiny baby daughter Decided to be just like Lee and married Four years later Son had his own little boy But alcohol tainted his own fond memories Of trips to the park, and soaring on the breeze In a 53’ Luscombe with bright silver wings With Father riding co-pilot smiling Son started showing all signs of alcoholic Grocery money spent on best friend, Jack Daniels Job going down the drain like his past dreams Another forgotten boy two years later His family was falling like an airplane stalling His life in a tailspin nowhere to turn Son’s children learning to hate God in return For all the nights of cruel beatings, harsh words Grumbling stomachs like a train coming through Bruised pride from being left to beg for food Off their neighbors and friends because of his bar tab God didn’t love him and didn’t love them Fast forward ten years, Son’s life is in pieces His children hate him and cancer eating Him alive, thanks to Jack Daniels and the Marlboro Man His wife has left, talk about Independence Day His tears can’t save him now, but maybe God can Son’s doctor tells him to rest before surgery Son tumbles into a restless night’s dream Into the night he soars in a 53’ Luscombe Memory reminding him of love and joy Son wakes to find the cancer gone hope soars God gave him one miracle; he’d have to work for more So Son goes to rehab wanting to be sober Hoping he can win his children’s love again Promising to be more like the Father Who flew away in a 53’ Luscombe The man who gave him love, hopes, and the dream Many apologies given, forgiveness asked Thank yous made to those with white shiny wings Son’s now 53 and sober for 15 Children call and come stay for holidays With children of their own, Son now a proud Grandpa Together they soar through sunny blue skies In a 53’ Luscombe, bright silver wings Grandfather sitting co-pilot smiling Remembering his Father with white angel wings Telling tales of this tail-dragging family history To his own future a twinkle in his eyes One 7 years old the other barely 2 Silently whispering a thankful prayer. |