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Dewars White Label


 
 
I was so happy, little and warm  
I would run into your arms  
High pitched squeal, pig tails in a whirl  
"Airplane" "pleeeeeeease!!!"  
I would beg and plead  
Only now, do I realize how you had just worked  
an 80 hour work week and flown from Ohio to NY and returned, all within 5 days
Still—
"Airplane" was always played
and my daddy  
he, never complained  
I can remember the smell of scotch  
and his slippers,  
I would wear them on my own feet,  
pretending to drink his 'drink'
and "ewwwing" at that smell of Dewars,  
Which I now, at this precise moment sip from my own glass  
Remembering you, Daddy.  
Richard, Rich, Dick, Father, Son, Husband, Friend, Marine, Business owner and excellent player of "airplane"  
Today, Dad would have been 78 years old
and I miss his face and that warm  
My ache only slightly lessened by my drinking tribute of his favorite, Dewars White label  
-love you.  
Cheers, Dick 🥃  
xo  
-Booze  

 
 
 
 
Written by Bluevelvete
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©Blu2020
Happy Birthday, Dad
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