Ode To My Father

Ode to my father Who died long ago I remember so many things And forgotten many so One thing I remember Was his perseverence When he had something to do He did not quit until through it He got up at four A.M. This was not just on a whim This was punctual everyday You would not find his life astray He arose to study "The Bible" I am sure that he read it through Many a scripture verse he knew Philosophies and theories too He had a sense of humor He could make one laugh I remember many stories That he told about his past When I remember him I think about the day Going to my Aunt's Funeral This is what he did say When we arrived at the cemetery In the family car provided to us A lady in thirties opened the door To escort the elderly gentlemen up Daddy at this time was ninety-six Going on twenty-nine Fell onto the ladies arm And leaned in with all his charm When she had him seated next to us At the cementery space My husband said to him If you had three more steps to go She would be carrying you Instead of you supporting her Daddy looked him in the eye This what he said Old rats like cheese Just like young rats do To this day I bubble Up on the inside When I think about him As he turned To look at us With laughter on his face