Remembering my Father

You were my wind beneath my wings
You were my wind beneath my wings
a flower from your grand child
a flower from your grand child
fishing with you was the greatest
fishing with you was the greatest
You were inspiration
You were inspiration
you were the sunshine in my life
you were the sunshine in my life
you helped me through the storms of life
you helped me through the storms of life
The angels are singing in welcoming you
The angels are singing in welcoming you
Father, some day I'll join you there.
Father, some day I'll join you there.

To Dad





Please forgive me, for this piece of poetry, that I'm writing,

dear poppa, for I know how you feel, to you, not exciting.

The rhyming words, are not your best brewed cup of tea,

nor those turnips, placed upon your plate, I do agree.





Speaking of turnips, here's one that I may attempt to quote,

"I don't chew my turnips twice".. one of yours, as my advice.

As far as a role model, in your character, you have my vote,

Your resilience and strong determination, all twice as nice.





A good characterization, an observation, was once said of you,

"He's Tougher than a old stump, has grit, through and through!"

You're the reason I never gave up, in those roughest of frays,

For in you, I found the strength, in my pain, those toughest days.

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"There goes old Popeye," was often said, as you walked so fast,

down the street, or as you smoked your pipe, showed your class.

A magician, an electrician, a true reflection, as a "Jack of all trades",

father of mine, I take great pride, you never played, in charades.





A Navy man and served so well, in the war, this brave dad of mine,

He kept the boys all flying high, no better flight mechanic, to find.

The islands were his new found home, for a year or maybe two,

His sense of duty was strong and true, and in everything he knew.





You were the wind that God did send, beneath my groping wings,

Without your devotion and resolution, I'd never to make the grade,

A defining of the meaning of what a father is, your memory brings,

You, by no other name, my hero, my deliverer, in decisions made.





The truest love and real affection, in your protection, so freely given,

You worked hard for our family through the years, as if you were driven,

I look back now to those times of yesterday, the regrets, I did not say,

Only that I love you, my dear old dad, and you're still in my heart today.








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billybuc 4 years ago from Olympia, WA

Beautiful....my highest praise...I have tears in my eyes.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Bill, I choked up and had tears in my eyes, as I wrote this piece. Thanks for reading, whonu


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Frank Atanacio 4 years ago from Shelton

what a wonderful share my friend :)


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thanks Frank, I felt the need to write about my dad at the holiday season.


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Mhatter99 4 years ago from San Francisco

Beautiful. Thank you for sharing. I never met my real father. My mother married a failure, who took it out on me and my brothers.


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

hanks Mhaatter, My dad was actually my step father, yet there could never have been a better role model and support in a small boy's life. My bio dad was a failure and a lush, died young from a heart attack and I did get the G,I. Bill from his brief service to the country in WWII.


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bravewarrior 4 years ago from Central Florida

Whonu, this is an awesome tribute to your dad. I'm so sorry he's left this world, but he remains in your heart forever. You have such wonderful memories, for that you are truly blessed!


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whonunuwho 4 years ago from United States Author

Thank you bravewarrior, yes I have wonderful memories of my dad and the growing up years. Thanks you for your kind remarks.

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