I saw “Wings” with my father
when I was young; Best Picture of ‘29
like him, splendidly silent
in a world of black and white

He was 12 in ‘29;
afflicted was he
with Caesar’s falling sickness
which would take away his dream

yet on the day he heard the wind,
the engine’s roar he knew was coming,
from sickbed to outside he ran, looking up
standing in the shadow

mouth agape in silent awe
as the great Graf Zeppelin
serenely passed directly over him
knowing his world could never be the same.



Happy Father’s Day poppa.  You never flew – but your children did.


About toritto

I was born during year four of the reign of Emperor Tiberius Claudius on the outskirts of the empire in Brooklyn. I married my high school sweetheart, the girl I took to the prom and we were together for forty years until her passing in 2004. We had four kids together and buried two together. I had a successful career in Corporate America (never got rich but made a living) and traveled the world. I am currently retired in the Tampa Bay metro area and live alone. One of my daughters is close by and one within a morning’s drive. They call their pops everyday. I try to write poetry (not very well), and about family. Occasionally I will try a historical piece relating to politics. :-)
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1 Response to 1929

  1. beetleypete says:

    It’s a shame he never flew Frank. The clouds up there are a sight to see. Nice tribute once again.
    Regards, Pete.


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