A Mighty Oak Tree
© By Kathy Armijo
I knew a man
Tall and s t r o n g
Protector of his children and woman
Anchored in the roots of family
Sustained by his faith
But not in the least bit holy, holy
Hands bigger than all outdoors
Rough from hard work
Still, gentle comfort was felt through the sores
Hazel eyes, twinkling
Smile that lit a room
You couldn’t help smiling
Always ready to lend a hand
No task was impossible
A ready and willing deckhand
Good dancer, but no Fred Astaire
Rancher and all around good guy
Watching the rodeo, time we did share
His physical strength did eventually diminish
His character … always a character
In his faith, he was strong to the finish
My Dad
He was like a mighty oak tree
His dying, was our loss
His love remains in our hearts
Never far from out thoughts
For us, he really didn’t depart
John
Newfie Hugs, Rose
Fee
excellent write
Lover & pewace be with you
William
Larry
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla. :(
Georg
Love Ch'erie
This is a precious tribute to your Dad. I liked the comparison of your father to a strong or sturdy tree. Thank you for sharing a bit of his legacy with us.
Jill
nice work of love,
stan
be well and happy,
Kathy
Thanks for sharing with us.
Micke