I can remember him from my chidhood days,
The man I was proud to call my dad,
Who shared in my moments of pleasure,
And comforted when Iwas sad,
He taught me many simple things,
Like how to tie my shoes,
He taught me the gardening skills,
And many skills Icould use.
He was always concerned for my future,
He taught me everything that he knew,
The standards to be set in my future life,
And things that should eschew.
He taught me to be respectful to others,
To help the disabled and those wno were in need,
Not to look down on the poor and downtrodden,
And to work hard if I hope to succeed.
I remember my dad with affection,
And I am grateful for that he did for me,
Not just once a year on father’s day,
Every day he lives in my memory.
By Ron Martin