June 17, 2007

Sitting on the front porch steps I looked at the man The weathered skin The squinted eyes Listening to him speak as he stared Into the distance Never flinching As he reminisced He told me of times past When he was young Happy times The war had ended He came home to his wife His first born greeted him The smile on his face at that moment Told me all I needed to know That this man, though strong Was a person with heart A person with feelings That required the many Touches of life That only others could provide Though older now Not looking like the boy He described in his stories The man he was to become He now resembles A man of leather Where nothing could permeate But I can see how My tone, my questions Entered his mind And how he spoke through his heart Daddy, As another father’s day Comes and goes I think back to my youth Listening to you Your stories Your music on the violin I smile, knowing That I touched you As the memories Of you touch me now I love you As you look down From the heavens above I wish to say I couldn’t have asked For a better man To guide me To be my father Happy Father’s Day