A Halloween Remembrance for my Dad
My father, whose name was Tom, missed our Halloween excursions through the neighborhood so much that after I grew up he would send me a Halloween card with a handwritten poem.
Sadly I did not keep all the cards and the poems, but I do have this one in his own handwriting which I think is the Halloween after we got married, which would make it October, 1972. By the way, you can see that I already have the nickname before the one you know, (Midge). Wheat is short for "Wheastsie" which stands for sweetie! Complicated, yes, but it rhymes!
A Halloween message to daughter Wheat,
Dad's old pal for Trick or Treat.
Now you are married to a guy named Steve,
You are not here on our great Eve,
It was fine when you were just plain Midge,
But that's all water under the bridge.
We will take the glass out of the old storm door,
Goblins and witches will come as of yore.
They will just descend upon us like the atom bomb,
Most will call out," Hello, Tom!"
Put out the lights and close the door,
Guess there won't be any more.
We are out of goodies, that is sad,
I'll just stick in my hand and rattle the bag!
I'll miss you, Dad.