Mr. Finnegan wants me to make a
sculpture about my Dad.
He wants me to tell
about how he was a WWII Flying Ace,
how he was the youngest colonel in the
Army Air Corps
and how he became a two star general.
Every time he sees me he says--
Have you made that sculpture
yet about your Dad?
And I haven't done it because that's not
the sculpture I would want to make.
This is the one I would make.
I would tell about him playing
the ukulele after dinner
in the kitchen while we did the dishes.
About how he could dance with
and she could follow him
without their touching.
I would tell about the time I bet him my
whole bank account
that I could beat him playing croquet
and when he won he just
made me promise never to bet again
I would tell about how he would
come into my room at night
and sing "My Name is Samuel Hall"
over again until I learned the words
right before I went to sleep.
I would tell about the time that he wore
the blonde wig down to his sister's
and told her he got a hair transplant,
how he drew little pictures in the letters
ht sent me from the war
and how older ladies always liked him
because he was friendly and polite.
That's the sculpture I would make.