Monday, 27 January 2014
Getting Taller, Getting Smaller
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
Much time has passed since Dad and I had that visit.
He looked at me strangely, and I asked, “What is it?”
“You’ve grown taller,” he answered, “Since I saw you last.”
“That’s not true Dad,” I said, “My growing days have passed.”
“People gain their full height in their teens, that’s the truth;
“I’m well past that time,” I said, with some ruth.
He shook his head sagely, “It can happen,” he said,
“They say reptiles keep growing till they’re dead.”
Near seventy, Dad was shorter; of course,
He had lost some ground to gravity’s force.
I let it go, to avoid a history
Of “facts” from him to “solve” the mystery.
My father loved elaborate stories,
Fantasies in various categories,
Like genies making friends with purple whales,
Or aliens from Mars, other tall tales.
The end of my story? Since then, I can’t top this;
As I aged, I got shorter, and now I can drop this.
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