My Biggest Fan
The Marine’s emblem tattooed on his arm,
His wit and humor, part of his charms;
You wouldn’t mistake him for a Renaissance Man,
But when it comes to my poetry he’s my biggest fan.
A single child fathering seven offspring;
Never denying us anything;
Sending us to college, paying the tuition;
Preparing us for life was his mission.
Thank you, Dad, for reading my poems,
And sending me a comment or two:
I guess after 300 the time has come
To write one saying, Dad, I love you.
Copyright © Joe Flach | Year Posted 2010
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