My Father
In one hand, a writing pad.
Writing words of comparative wisdom.
On the other, a scratch pad.
Scratching meditations of a young child.
The spine of a scholar,
and the strength of a character.
The collar of a role model
sculpturing a life with pixels.
He is a vessel in high sea.
Firmly constant and mindful.
Feet planted, he wrestles.
These are qualities he bestows
with a smile.
6-21-1999, Xerox PARC (Father's Day Poem)
All material Copyright 1999 Ed H. Chi