Ronald Bingham Poet Narrative

My Dad

I never knew my dad,  he died when I was two.
   My granddaddy was the one that would walk with me to school.
He would tell me things and make me laugh.
   He stepped right in on my daddy's behalf.
He wasn't big, he wasn't small.
   Not real short not very tall.
He was the kind of man I wanted to be.
   Gentle and kind and honest you see.
Never would he burden, or condemn a soul.
   That wasn't what he was about, that wasn't his goal.
A religious man he was not, but I feel he knew our savior.
   You could see it in his walk, and mostly in his behavior.
I just thank God for the man He sent that took my Daddy's place.
   Lord you have him now, but he left a memory that time will not erase.
Lord I think You threw away the mold when You made that sweet old guy.
   He surely was a keeper, but he had to go and I often wonder 
why.                                
The older I get the more I miss my sweet and darling paw.
   The most gentle, kindest man I think I ever saw.  
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