For Dad

My father is a silent man

But he's a thoughtful one

His feelings, he never shares

But doesn't mean there's none

 

I don't think I could love another

As much as I love my father

Not because I'm his daughter

But because he raised me; made me better

 

When there's no work, he stays at home

and cooks all sorts of food

Then mom would yell to help him out

Oh, how I wish I could

 

When he's not tired, we go outside

and eat to our desire

But when we're done, he would confide

"I cook better than the chef they hired"

 

He keeps a garden, by the way

hidden from the rest to see

Hoping that they'd grow someday

into beautiful scenery

 

Do not say rich, but rather blessed

That's what he always says

What we have now, we should not boast

For they're not ours, but God's

 

My father's time, it's always fixed

That's how disciplined he is

He sleeps as early as 7, sometimes 8

His body clock never fails

 

Now that my dad's a year older

and maybe a few pounds lighter

I wish for more years together

For I'd like to keep him forever

Reviews

[Coyote Poetry]

A honor to read such a beautiful poem for your father. You showed honor in life for seeing the hard work of one man is worthwhile. I enjoyed the story in the poem. Thank you for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Teresa Elde]

That is wonderful, it flows very well and really allows us to see the man. Thank you, pen on.

[Nusquam Esse]

This is quite endearing prose, I really like the way you have painted such a vivid image of the man and who he is. I think it is touching that you have such a good relationship, and that you can remember the little things.