Memorial Dad Poems

Heaven's Highway
(In Memory Of My Dad)
By Robert Austin Allison

Some folks think I'm joking,
Others say No Way, Come on!
Fifteen years from us,
Is how long you've been...

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I
I said, I am here to talk
Could not talk my walk
Or is it, Walk the Walk?
Reason is The Soup Mail
As opposed to Google Mail
Did fail,...

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(The toast I wrote for Dad)


Toward the roses with his honor
Their peaked thorns of sacrifice
To those steeds he left unbroken
And the chimes a-pealing thrice

To the...

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Looking back, one thing comes clean-glass clear
you were always there for me subduing every fear.

I tried to do my duty, be a husband strong and...

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Memorial service ~10:00 A.M. October 21st, 2020...
at Cherry Hill, New Jersey Unitarian Fellowship

Boyce Brandon Harris cremains
(approximately one fourth entire contents)
offered, interred, and eulogized
within ‘Tristan’s Pollinator...

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Gramps had a Sunday rite,
It was quiet, perhaps trite. 
In his chalice a Bloody Mary,
As solemn as a seminary.

Took the goblet and a crank,
To his...

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On these occasions, 
I realise the feelings 
As spontaneous as a surprise,
Time went by at a lightening speed,
And it feels like a decade since your...

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Well, I guess I’m finally that cranky
old Slow Poke: the one who does
25 in a 35—the one who rolls up
his driver’s window, when you pull
alongside...

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I have his eyes, his smile, his sense of humor
I can make the sideways glance, but it is not his.
My grandson makes it on cue,...

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I was not ready to lose you.
But you were taken from me, anyway.

Suddenly.

On a sunny day that started so normally.
Without any sign of the emotional...

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I Never Really Knew My Dad (A Memorial Day Tribute) 

I never really knew my dad
As well as I wish I might;
He was a sailor...

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Words to describe your speechless
The time I spent with you is priceless
I have written about my daddy
He has a heart of gold
He did not have...

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My fists have been clinched since birth. 
Mom said I came out, hands raised. 
Ready to fight. 
But I’m walking this ol’ gravel road
tonight- hands...

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My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 3

I’ll close with just this “added” tale,
Of this  “Old Veteran’s” rhyme.
To share how one man’s story,
Ended. . ....

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My Dad Was Just a Lad
Part 2

He was on a brand new ship,
The USS Horace Bass,
The KEEL was laid in ‘44
APD would be her class.

With...

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