MY FATHER’S DAY TRIBUTE

Born in 1908, he was

The sixth of seven children

Today he remains the only child

Alive from his defunct generation.

My dad, you see, is a man of God

For he believes, that’s the way to be

He reads his Bible and says his prayers

In the morning and at bedtime too.

Like his father, he sired seven

That number he explains has meaning great

Seven represents the days of a week

Seven also signifies completion.

A stricter dad no one could have

No dating did he allow

Still growing-up days were a hoot

And love for Dad wavered not.

Dad taught me how to drive,

And clean spark plugs too

“Pay attention to noise as you drive,”

And stranded, you will never be,” said he.

And for entertainment, Dad played the piano.

Saturday nights were musical chairs

Dad pounded the keyboard

Like you’ve never seen

Left leg keeping time

Shoulders pumping

Nose tip close

To keyboard

Range!

Those were the good old days

Now at 98, Dad still holds his own

Though his memory plays a trick or two

But he could still belt out a tune

On his trusted old piano.

And so to you, Dad, a tribute make

On behalf of all your children too

May God continue to bless you

On this Father’s Day then some

Accept our thanks and love

For being such a loving Dad!

May God bless all you fathers who read this!