Haiku for Father's Day(2012)


Over, up, scramble!
Bless her eggs, not on cold plates,
My warm bed,suffice!

By: Arthur C. Ford,Sr.,poet
EM:
wewuvpoetry@hotmail.com

　



BIO-SKETCH OF Arthur C. Ford,Sr.,poet
Arthur C. Ford,Sr.(wewuvpoetry@hotmail.com) was born and bred in

New Orleans,LA. He earned a Bachelor of Science Degree from

Southern University in New Orleans,studied creative

writing and was a member of the Drama Society. He has visited 45 states in America

and resided for two years in Brussels,Belgium(Europe).

Recently he spent 30 days doing missionary work and traveling throughout the

country of India.

Mr. Ford currently resides in Pittsburgh,PA.,where he continues to write, edit and

publish poetry and prose.







 
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  1. Jude IfemeAugust 2, 2012 at 7:55 PM

    Thanks Arthur for this submission. A true poem lives beyond its time.
    Like this.

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