Yesterday my son left home.
He forgot his comb.
Jack flew to Rome
in a tube of chrome
To drink cappuccino with foam
And grow his beard like a gnome.
Across Europe he’ll roam.
He’ll visit Place Vendome
And read the Mysterium Magnum of Jacob Boehm.
(Quite a tome.)
He’ll hike across Italian loam
To draw a thicket of ancient brome
Then pause to chant Om
on some verdant Tuscan holm.
And then he’ll return from St. Peter’s dome
to New York, cold as Nome,
and say, “Hey, Papa, Shalom!
What’s for dinner?”
Typical. Hi, Dad (Mom)! I’m home! What’s for dinner?
Hi Danny. I love your melody this morning. How is Sketchbook Skool going?
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Ha, ha, are you having breakfast with Dr. Seuss?
Shalom uvraha! Neseah tova!
How wonderful for him,! Hope he fills his sketchbook and shares it on (no pressure, of course)!
Combs are over rated😉. What a wonderful adventure he will have. Hoping he will let you share some of his travel sketches with us!
If he does all you said he would, then I’d say he had a great trip and a wonderful homecoming.Thank you Danny.
How can you let that little toddler go so far from home? LOL! I met little Jack as on as a toddler in your book, Everyday Matters! We became FAMILY! Drawing does that! We’ve been together ever since, everyday drawing our world. So what is for dinner tonight? Don’t forget the bananas for the monkeys!
Awww, Jack’s grown up – I’m having an empty nest moment here :-). How exciting for him and for you, to hear the stories when he gets back!
We always forget a comb for our holydays and so we have combs from every place we have visited. *lol*
Dr. Seussian rhythm. Well played without getting frayed.