Monday, April 10, 2017

NaPoWriMo - Day 10

And if he not a man
as much as he be,
would I have turned out
as well as he raised me?

Arms of steel, he worked
his fingers to the bone
We didn't have much, but we
had food, clothing, and a home.

And as I grew up,
and then moved away,
he'd come around and teach me,
even to this day.

One night tragedy struck,
he became very ill,
but he has a lot of fight,
a lot of perseverance and will.

So now we sit and talk,
and he says life's not half bad,
“I guess neither is mine,
especially since you're my Dad.”

WLM 4/10/17


  1. A lovely tribute to your dad Wayne .. And I'm happy to have found you on napowrimo ...

    1. Thanks, Marian. It looks like you are enjoying writing some poems too. Have fun.

  2. I hope you were able to read this to your father -- lovely.

    1. Thank you, Elizabeth. I have not read it to him yet, I am still debating it, he is not a mushy guy. I did get to see him last night, though.