Poem-A-Day, April 2022, Day 15

Day 15, write a patience poem. This one is about my father, the most patient person I’ve ever known.

SUNDAY MEDITATION

My sister and I always

Ran late getting

Ready for church.

Dad waited patiently

On our back porch steps

Powder blue suit,

white shirt,

And neat tie

Never a raised voice

Or harsh word.

He’d just clip his nails

And work his cuticles,

Knowing by the time

He finished this

Sunday morning

Manicure we’d barrel

Through the backdoor,

Mom herding us

Into the station wagon.

Dad, the most patient

Person I’ve known,

And he had the

Best-looking

Fingernails, too.