David, or: ben Alexander

I remember his toolboxes, table vice, hand sander
Still remember foul humor, impatience, frank candor

I remember clever math tricks and right-wing politics
And sultry actresses at whom he would gander

I remember him sitting, reading, problem solving
Frustrated, resigned, when his mind would meander

I remember long summers he nannied my daughter
Love all-consuming, warmed bottles he'd hand her

I remember brilliance; I remember his strength, God
Deep in principles anchored; and not one to pander

I remember no bullshit and deep disappointments
Because and regardless no one ever stood grander

I remember young David who worshipped his Papa
None could ever replace him, not one ben Alexander

79 thoughts on “David, or: ben Alexander”

1. Lovingly thought through, excellently expressed.

   1. Thanks so much, Robin. That’s very kind of you. My mother liked this particular poem a lot too.

      Yours,
      David

2. I am not a poetry person but this poem moves me ❤️

   1. Thanks so much; that is very kind!

      -David

3. Touching and insipiring. Thank you!

   1. I’m so glad you enjoyed it, Filipa 🙂

      Yours,
      David

      1. Reading you is a blessing David.

         1. You are very kind, Filipa. Thank you.

            🤍
            David

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