Memories of Daddy
Gentle, kind, considerate
These words describe my dad
Unconditionally loving
Always made me glad.
Everyone should be blessed
With a father such as mine
His faults were few and far between
Except when time to dine.
He burnt the the chicken to a crisp,
But he loved to barbecue
Steaks or hotdogs, ribs and such
Were treats he’d cook for you.
His favorite place was in a car
Driving to The City or Yosemite,
But when we arrived, he’d hate to stop
Even when I’d beg, “I have to pee!”
I’d ask him for help with my math
But he would always say,
”Go ask your mom, I don’t know –
I missed the lesson in school that day!”
He rarely darkened a church’s door
Unless a wedding or funeral required.
He said he had to work on Sundays
Or else, “Surely, you know, I’d be fired!”
Hah, that’s hardly possible, dear Dad,
You own the business; you’re the boss.
But even though we pleaded hard,
He’d never go. So much our loss!
A more endearing, Christ-like man
You’d never hope to meet.
He never spoke an unkind word,
And every stranger he was first to greet.
An alter boy when he was young,
He learned his Catechism well.
Church or not, as an adult,
He sparkled an angelic spell.
My dad was more than I could ask.
He loved me through and through.
Dad, I wish every girl and boy
Could have a Daddy just like you!
