green.

 

i will always think of my dad on st. patrick’s day

when i was a wee lad (see what i did there?)

i became very concerned for him

his work uniforms were blue

all blue

not a stitch of green in sight

and that meant-

someone was going to pinch him

my tender heart could simply not handle that

so i pinned a piece of green paper to his uniform

and now when march seventeenth arrives

i smile, remembering that story

and even in my mid-thirties now

i feel like i need to call him

just to make sure

are you wearing green, dad?