A Glimpse of My Father
Singing country tunes
As he cooked breakfast
On a Saturday morning
Up before dawn
Headed to his favorite fishin' hole
Ten pound catfish
Take it home and fry it up!
Lunch bucket in hand
Leaves with the sunrise
Days on the farm
Riding a tractor
Home after dark
Tells a corny joke
Laughs till he cries
When he tells it
It's funny!
Oldest son of thirteen children
Weighed 2 pounds at birth
Grew up in the depression
Work came before school
Work hard
Pay your bills
Tell the truth
Loves God and country
Loving wife
Of over 50 years
Gone much too soon
He misses her every day!
5 children
3 boys, 2 girls
14 grandchildren
3 have passed from this life
More great grandchildren coming every day!
A rich life
A great man
His family loves him dearly!Happy Father's Day Dad!
I love you!
Published by Janet Hunt - Featured Contributor in Business & Finance
Janet Hunt is a freelance writing professional specializing in business and finance. She has published articles for such online publication sites as Demand Studios, Associated Content, and various other onli... View profile
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38 Comments
Post a CommentI've never met him, but I feel like I know him. This was a great poem and I loved the simple, yet powerful imagery. My dad smelled like cigarettes and dark green Tic Tacs. Oh, the things we remember.
Your dad's a lucky dad. :)
Janet, Your Dad is bound to love this one. What Dad wouldn't? Great work my friend.
Johnny
Awwwwwwwww, this touches the heart strings. ;o)
Excellent tribute.
Very nice. A large family.
Beautiful tribute.
This is so sweet!
He sure sounds like a great guy! God bless you and your Dad!
PV love :).