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A Loving Message to Dad
by Kathern D Welsh   
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Last edited: Friday, December 31, 2010
Posted: Friday, December 31, 2010

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A loving remembrance of childhood and the memories of Dad (Father), in poetry form.


The “fruits” of your labor set before us,

     all grown by planting each seed.




As for animals, well, we had them all;

     it seemed so, at least at the time.

Some were grown to give us food,

     others we played with,… sublime!



At Christmas you managed to fool us;

     year after year, “Santa” would come,

with music, toys and clothing,

     and games for much family fun.


Dear Dad, how did you do it? Working, building and more;

Few could ever have done what you did,

     I even remember the store.

The gas station and store, there in Hopewell,

     was small but took so much time;

The day you got scalded was frightening,

     I prayed you’d survive and be fine.


As always, you suffered in silence,

     continuing each task you must do,

an example of bravery and courage,

     I thank God for a Dad like you!


In fall we’d go to some orchard,

     apples and peaches to pick,

we all pitched in and earned money,

     then make ice cream, to lick!


Your life seemed full of work on work,

     with precious few moments for fun;

and Mom was there beside you,

     ‘til she left to see Jesus, the Son. 

Then in His infinite mercy, Nancy came as your bride;

 Your face took on a new image,

     full of confidence, good humor and pride.


She’s helped you attain a new outlook,

     that life can be joyful and fun,

You’ve tackled new things and succeeded,

     in taking on life at a run!

You’ve fought letting pain destroy you,

     you’re determined to continue to live;

You give of your strength and your mercy,

     each week to the homeless you give.


God bless you, Dear Dad, you’re my idol,

     I wish I’d been better, for you;

My life’s been compiled of misjudgment, 

     if I could, my adult life, I’d redo.

Thank you, Dad, for all you’ve done,

     you’re a man and father, so true ,

As I look back, I’m filled with awe,

    and I pray for God’s blessings on you.


I wish I could visit, but finances just don’t permit,

So I send you my love and best wishes,

     if there’s a winner of Dad’s

                                 Then You’re IT!





Yeas ago when I was small, I remember you, my Dad.

A man of great authority, the best Dad any kid could have.

I remember a stack of cement blocks and

     how Jamie came tumbling down,

I still recall the scary lights flash by,

     as you drove cross the bridge into town.


For years I felt so guilty, whenever I saw his scar,

I was just a small kid too, with feelings quite on par.

I remember that large green Chevy truck

     and thought it was simply great,

You set such a good example for appointments,

not to be late.


I recall one time I was ironing, I think I stood upon a stool,

back then we ironed most everything,

     at least that was our household rule.

So many evenings we couldn’t wait,

     the radio, we’d gather round,

The images all were in our minds,

    as we listened intently to the sound.


Inner Sanctum would set us on edge,

     we loved the anticipated fear;

The Shadow would enter with a tale, images formed    

     from sounds we’d hear.

The Lone Ranger, Roy Rogers, and yes,

     Amos and Andy, too,

All served up adventure and laughter,

     as we sat in a circle with you.


Each Christmas brings back memories

     of all that you lovingly gave,

The wonderful beds you made for our dolls,

     and how hard I tried to behave.

You were a hard Dad, at times,

     but you did the best that you knew.

I never realized ‘til later years,

     all the trials you survived, as we grew.


After Philo,  we moved to West 40,

     where you built a magnificent home,

Great fields where we could run and play,

     more food than many have known.

You worked and planted a garden,

     full of most foods we could need;


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