An Ode To Amaro
A father figure, worth his guarantee,
His name, Amaro, (like tomorrow), here you see,
a Latin name which means a bitter tree.
His name, Amaro, spurned with faith as master key;
when duty called, he, Gramps, was nominee.
His name, Amaro, he would harbor family.
His son had died by accident, a cop,
three tiny tots were blessed to live by neighbor Pops.
When Mommy left, wound tighter than a top,
three youngsters found their rest and did not drop.
Pops took them on and raised them in his shop;
three teenage boys who loved him best, love would not stop.
They’d learned his trade with expertise, he knew.
In auto skills, he’d taught them well. He’d trained his crew
to understand when customers are few
in people skills, we need to take an open view.
He soon found out when bills are overdue
in business skills, the three could teach him something new.
You’ve read right here, of how to climb the ropes,
Amaro understood. His faith has raised my scope;
he made mistakes, I never heard him mope.
Amaro saw that raising boys takes more than hope.
Three lively guys who pushed his envelope,
Amaro understood, a pop who learned to cope.
January 9, 2015
for Richard Lamoureux, Bring My Character to Life Contest.
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