- Family and Parenting
Remembering my Father
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.
"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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