Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather)

Hewitt Cox Aka Brown Bomber (my Godfather) long poem

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Mr. Hewitt Cox
The father of my dreams
The hardest working man
In the whole entire east
Never have I ever
Been closer to a 60 year old man
We were so close in fact,
I call him my best friend.
As a young tike, I lived outdoors.
In the fields with you,
Dirty shirt, dirty shorts.
I learned to shuck and shoot
And how to drive a tractor
I remember so clearly,
The echoes of your laughter.
You sat in your chair
In the lovely den you built.
You laughed the most at Fred Sanford
And some of his behavior
With guilt.
You ate in your chair.
Some of the best food, it’s true.
Fish cakes, Deer, Fish
And hasenpfeffers too.
That’s what you called hamburgers.
But turns out, hassenpfeffer is a stew.
I just checked google.
I still wouldn’t have said a thing if I knew.
You laughed all day long
At Popeye and Bugs Bunny
Yosemite Sam, Simple Simon,
Weren’t they all so funny?
Laughing and cracking jokes
That’s just what we do
(He pooped himself laughing once,
Don’t tell him I told you)
You took me everywhere
In every truck you had
We went far and wide
The fishing trips made me glad
Any hour of the day
You could catch us on the road
We’d stop for the usual,
Potted meat, crackers,
And drinks, for the boat.
And I could never forget
The triple decker chicken salad sandwiches
With Cheddar cheese
If we were bad at everything else in life
One thing we could do for sure
Was eat.
Remember the time
We went to the dump?
I had your cellular
I left it on the rear bump..
You pulled off
And we’d almost made it home
When I broke into tears
Because I thought I broke your phone
You stopped the truck and hopped out
Somehow your phone was safe
You got back in, chuckling
“You should’ve seen the look on your face!”
And then there’s the time
I got stuck in that pot
You found it so funny
But I got a little hot
I slid my narrow hips
Down to the bottom
And with my feet in the air
I began to holler
You were gonna leave me there
For my mother to see
Because you knew that was a story
Even she wouldn’t believe
I gave in to giggling myself
Though I felt like an angered mouse
She laughed as hard as you do
When she made it to the house
And oh, the injuries I obtained
Like when I lost my toenail
And every knee scrape
I never cried though
I never really felt the pain
The only pain I ever felt
Is when you left that day
I wasn’t ready
It came too soon
I hate to play victim
But what was I to do?
I lost my road dog
My whole heart, it’s true
I miss you daddy
Rest in peace
I’ll see you soon

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