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