In the Words of a Youngster
4 Years: My Daddy can do anything.
7 Years: My Dad know a lot, a whole lot.
11 Years: My Father doesnt know everything.
13 Years: Oh well, naturally, Father doesnt know everything.
16 Years: Father? Hopelessly old-fashioned.
19 Years: Oh that man is out of date. What did you expect?
25 Years: He knows a little bit about it, but not much.
30 Years: Must find out what Dad thinks about it.
35 Years: A little patience, lets get Dads meaning first.
50 Years: What would Dad have thought about it?
60 Years: My Dad knew literally everything.
65 Years: I wish I could talk it over with Dad once more.
My family has this hanging in our kitchen and has for a number of years.
It's always meant a lot to me and I think it's right on target except that for some of us, the timeline is a little quicker.
We recently lost our father, Joseph Lee Kidwell, and this little poem has come to mean even more to me.
I'm now 34 and I think constantly, I wish I could talk it over with Dad once more.