Our Daddy loved asparagus spears
Especially the ones that grew wild
He always called it spargus
So did I, when I was a child
To Daddy, asparagus always tasted best
When it grew by the side of the road
In summer, when he went riding around
He usually came home with a load
When he spotted a patch of it growing
He was as happy as a pig in mud
His Dodgers cap perched on his head
He whistled as he dug
Once, he was on the expressway
Glancing hopefully along the road
When an officer with lights and sirens
Pulled him over for going too slow
I doubt this story would have ever been told
If Mother hadn't been in the car
I can still see her laughing and telling him
That his obsession had gone too far
Daddy figured since he got no ticket
And the officer let him off with a smile
He could keep on hunting and digging
For he reckoned it was all worthwhile
Days and months and years have passed
And our parents are sorely missed
Their children who are remaining
Treasure memories such as this
Kathleen McCoy Eldridge
©May 30, 2014
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