My Dad, The Scientist

I saw him on TV again,
But this time was something new.
He used to tell me when he’d be on,
Time and station too.

But flipping channels at a friends,
I saw his beard and gold-framed eyes.
A quick reverse and there he was,
Lecturing on DNA and fruit flies.

I called home in mild shock,
And asked him if he knew why.
He laughed and gave such a response,
I could hear him smile sly.

“Was I on Cops or playing golf?
Cuz I was kicking Tigers tail.
If it’s Cops I’ll spoil the show,
I’m at home and not in jail.”

This is my dad, the scientist,
And master of communication.
Whether he’s joking or arguing,
He has powers of persuasion.

These help him to do his job,
A job he does too well.
As Darwin of the modern age,
His ‘critics’ damn him to hell.

They just don’t know him,
He’s calm, just, funny and clever.
Just don’t waste his valued time,
Or mention the Yankees, ever.

When I was touring Africa,
Others saw I was smart for two.
They asked my parents what they,
With such a brilliant child, would do?

My dad replied like he does,
And without missing a beat,
“We’ll teach him to play baseball,
And the Yankees he’ll defeat.”

My dad introduced me to sports
Which I have grown to love.
He taught me to turn a double play,
And how to hold a baseball glove.

Even though I can beat him
He still plays golf with me.
But when it comes to basketball,
It’s still fierce rivalry.

He has even taught me how
To win a snowball fight,
“Lob one up, they’ll watch it fall,
Throw the second with all your might.”

There are a few things he didn’t teach,
And even for this I’m grateful
His first batch of pancakes had
The dog barfing under table.

But this is how he’s always been
He has his priorities straight,
“Life is short, if you want something,
Go get it, don’t just sit and wait.”

Now I’m grown and going away,
To college, I used to think.
No, the coal mines, grins my dad,
And to his friends gives a wink.

So many people want his time,
Just to pick at his science brain,
From his advice about life though,
There is so much more to gain.

“Life is a stage, you are the show,
Give the audience all you got,
Keep them laughing as you go,
And don’t’ worry about the plot.”

(His response when I said I
Was writing his biography,
“Too bad I wasn’t born in Nantucket
The grade on that I would love to see.”)

But flipping channels at a friends,
I saw his beard and gold-framed eyes.
A quick reverse and there he was,
Lecturing on DNA and fruit flies.

I called home in mild shock,
And asked him if he knew why.
He laughed and gave such a response,
I could hear him smile sly.

“Was I on Cops or playing golf?
Cuz I was kicking Tigers tail.
If it’s Cops I’ll spoil the show,
I’m at home and not in jail.”

This is my dad, the scientist,
And master of communication.
Whether he’s joking or arguing,
He has powers of persuasion.

These help him to do his job,
A job he does too well.
As Darwin of the modern age,
His ‘critics’ damn him to hell.

They just don’t know him,
He’s calm, just, funny and clever.
Just don’t waste his valued time,
Or mention the Yankees, ever.

When I was touring Africa,
Others saw I was smart for two.
They asked my parents what they,
With such a brilliant child, would do?

My dad replied like he does,
And without missing a beat,
“We’ll teach him to play baseball,
And the Yankees he’ll defeat.”

My dad introduced me to sports
Which I have grown to love.
He taught me to turn a double play,
And how to hold a baseball glove.

Even though I can beat him
He still plays golf with me.
But when it comes to basketball,
It’s still fierce rivalry.

He has even taught me how
To win a snowball fight,
“Lob one up, they’ll watch it fall,
Throw the second with all your might.”

There are a few things he didn’t teach,
And even for this I’m grateful
His first batch of pancakes had
The dog barfing under table.

But this is how he’s always been
He has his priorities straight,
“Life is short, if you want something,
Go get it, don’t just sit and wait.”

Now I’m grown and going away,
To college, I used to think.
No, the coal mines, grins my dad,
And to his friends gives a wink.

So many people want his time,
Just to pick at his science brain,
From his advice about life though,
There is so much more to gain.

“Life is a stage, you are the show,
Give the audience all you got,
Keep them laughing as you go,
And don’t’ worry about the plot.”

(His response when I said I
Was writing his biography,
“Too bad I wasn’t born in Nantucket
The grade on that I would love to see.”)

My Dad, The Scientist

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Joined October 2009

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