Daddy's Boxers
Margaret V.Doran
When Daddy came home from the Navy
after the Second World War,
he brought home his GI boxer shorts,
more comfy than those from the store
When they wore out he insisted
that mom should make him some
but she didn't have a pattern;
where would that come from?
So she cut one pair apart
and measured and then drew
and cut from old newspaper
a pattern to make a few
And years later when the pattern
had grown all worn and thin
she decided she was done
and would not make them again
She determined to make him want
to buy new ones from the store
and chose her fabric well
so he would not ask for more
Then she made them with pink and blue bunnies
and cute little diaper pins;
great big orange polka dots
and fish with funny fins
She made them with cooking utensils
and playing cards and more.
She sewed them of outrageous hues
and flowers that girls would adore
And for all her wily ways,
my father did not seem to care
for no one ever really saw him
standing around in his underwear
Until one day at the bowling alley
as he bent to fix a lane,
the entire seam of his pants went "rip"
and disappeared, simple and plain
And left him standing in front
of a league of sixty women
in nothing but his boxer shorts
with purple fish a-swimmin'
Now sometimes I wax nostalgic
standing dwey-eyed in the store
amidst the racks of boxer shorts
with funny pictures and more
Yes, my mother was a visionary
sewing shorts with oranges and limes
and my father in his boxer shorts
was a man before his times!
Copyright © 1997 Margaret V.
Doran. All rights reserved.
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Written in response to "Underwear" by Ferlinghetti
Updated July 1, 1999
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