Keeps Raining All The Time

Kettle whistles and its high pitch

Echoes through the hollow room which

Equates a humble kitchenette

Placed there a time I now I forget

Sun goes down on that side

Right where the room can never hide

And when the rain falls it comes right in

It’s hard to believe the sun was ever shining

Now you may be wondering why I told you this

I wanted to let you know where he’s most missed

No one cooks like my dad

Got the knack and seldom makes anything bad

Although he doesn’t have my mom’s versatility

Luscious is how I remember his food to be

Like the old tunes by Lena Horne

The cou cou was mellow and fresh as the morn

He likes Stormy Weather but cooks like My Darling Clementine

Eats a belly full but still leaves lots behind

Today he probably wouldn’t be cooking

I’ll be warming over my yam so I wouldn’t be looking

My dad will celebrate in his own way

Enjoying God’s gift of a 71^st Birthday

Happy Birthday Daddy