Ray Zottola Poet Rhyme

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My dad! A humble, hard working, kind man of profound strength. You understood your limits and knew his few words spoken, meant business.

More Than a Friend

I know in this life that you would never bend,
maybe in another life I called you my best friend.

I was blessed to have you
All those years,  look how the time has passed.
If I could wish them back again 
I'd surely make them last.

We played catch in our back yard
Then you raced me down the street.
You always let me win the race 
Making sure I kept my feet. 

I'll never let these memories fade,
They will only grow much  stronger.
I could never have called you my best friend, 
But I always called you father.

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Sara Kendrick January 3, 2026 at 4:09 AM Ahhh!!! I know that must have been a wonderful relationship. So many children don't have that, and it is not good that they don't know a father in such a special way. Thank you for sharing. Congratulations on being featured on homepage today. Way to go. Sara K Ray Zottola January 3, 2026 at 11:29 AM I had the best! They taught me how to be a parent and father. My job was clearly to pass it on. Thank you Sara for the kindness. Z

Panagiota Romios June 21, 2022 at 1:29 PM Ray, This is so beautiful! What a heart you have! My son in law started my grandson in baseball. He is close to his Dad.I am going to send this to my son in law! My daughter, and son in law are going to an A’s game this afternoon. Lucky you ,to have a Dad as described. I wrote a poem, Dear Daddy. He was so Giving. Hugs, Panagiota xx Panagiota Romios July 5, 2022 at 11:39 AM My son in law did read this. Be said it reminded him of himself and his son. He appreciated it. Love, Panagiota xxx Keep ug your great poetry. Ray Zottola July 5, 2022 at 4:58 AM I was lucky. Raised by "Ozzy and Harriot". Your response has lifted my spirit. Thank you for that. I loved baseball and learned the game from dad. It was a deep connection that passed too quickly. Mom passed in 2019 January. Dad in March 2019. My brother in March 2019. I started writing. I would appreciate if you could read " Mothers Death". I would be honored. Ty. RZ