Monday, May 31, 2010

A Memorial Day Tribute

My father, Ray, served proudly during WWII in the Phillipines and Australia. He and my mother married as soon as he was discharged and we are lucky enough to have one letter that my mother wrote to him while he was away. It is a treasured memento. I dabble in poetry and I would like you to read a poem I wrote about him on father's day many years ago.
My Father
They call him the old fart
but he's not old to me.
From my early childhood on
he's the best that could ever be.
He massages his garden
with a smile and a wish.
Then puts on his high boots
and goes for a fish.
From the trees of the forest
he makes things just for fun.
then ambles back to them
with a bow or a gun.
Woodsmen, gardener or a hunter
and a fisherman lad.
Many things to all people
but to me he's just "Dad".
I hope everyone has a wonderful Memorial Day but please think once or twice about the men and women who have fallen protecting this great country of ours.
As always, Barbara


Raven/Missy said...

What a very touching tribute to your Dad. I liked your poem as well. Your love for your dad is quite obvious in this post, thank you for sharing. He sounds like a remarkable man.

cuori e perline said...

Barbara, this poem you wrote to your Dad is great.
Hi from Italy