It’s the evening
A hearty meal ingested
A time for pop to relax
To loosen up the belt
and let the belly breath
And pass a little gas
None of us would dare
to say a word
Or to comment on anything
Better to leave alone
With no angry glares
And laugh, as just a funny thing
You see dad was always kind
And would always take care
Of each and everyone
But it was at that time
That was was his alone
When his day was done
Mom would often decry
An alert meant
To recommend guidance and care
That we might be getting close
And much more
Than we should dare
Sometime a subtle grunt
A snort or a groan
And maybe a bit of a warning
Then on to the tv show
Dad with clicker in hand
Soon to bed, to await for the morning
And though those times
Seemed uneventful
And seemingly banal
In talks many years later
With my siblings, we agreed
they were happy times for all
Now gone, for many years
But kind memories
Just the same
Proud to have been blessed
With his presence
To that we do exclaim