Dear Dad

Dear Dad

A Poem by Ray Hamilton
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Tribute To My Father

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Alex Hamilton My Father

Born September 25 / 1918
Died Good Friday 1996

 

 

Dear Dad

 

 

When I was a child, you spoiled me with love and toys
You treated me like your best friend, and filled my life with joy
We did everything together, as best friends always do
Fishing in the summer, in winter the skidoos


Hunting, fishing, snowmobiling and all the rest
You made learning about life fun, and not some big test

You taught me to respect women and never to abuse
You said in life these good men, they are very few


You made me, the giving man I am today
Although sometimes misunderstood,
I still stand fast, to your loving family way

 

A wife should be your loving partner, all through your life
Treat them as an equal, with plenty of respect,
never raise your hand to them, for that is not right
This woman should be your wife, and also your best friend
Do without yourself, to make a better life for them
You will be well rewarded, in the very end

 

" This my son, is how you must live your life! "

 

You never treated me like a kid, I was just one of the guys
I was taught to always tell the truth, never to tell those lies
I am writing this poem, with a lump in my throat and tears in my eyes
For I remember you laying there, as you said your goodbyes


You said tears in a mans eyes, never should they start
But I can't help it, I miss my dad, you loving old fart

 

You were always a hard working family man
Not afraid to help others, with your always giving hands
May you now have the rest and piece you deserve
I will carry on in your place, for this I give you my word

 

I will always walk with you in my heart, until my very death
You will forever be missed, until I draw my last breath!!

Your loving son Ray

By
Ray Hamilton
Not a poet and I know it!

© Copyright 3 / 2008
All rights Reserved  

 

 
Please Visit Me at The Poet's Nest

 
 

© 2008 Ray Hamilton


Author's Note

Ray Hamilton
We miss you Dad, I sure could use your wisdom

I wrote the song playing in background
My youngest son Chris at 14 years old, sings and plays it.

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I have been searching your back pages and I am so glad that I have found this part of yourself. You are a man of many wonderful talents. Your father was right when he said there are few good men ... truly good men. I have been lucky enough to be married to one for 39 years, and I have again yet found another that I call friend. The song itself magnificent. Your son, very talented. Beautiful, beautiful, BEAUTIFUL!!!!

Lesa

Posted 16 Years Ago


Oh Ray I dont know how I missed this one except I guess
I was meant to read it tonight... A night when I was missing
my own Dad more than usual... My Dad was my hero and to
this day I still need him and all he gave to us kids our whole
life. This was so awesome the song and your son singing it
just soooo deeply touched my heart.... this gave me such
comfort tonight. Thank you...
Hugs Miss You and Love U Bunches my Friend
D

Posted 16 Years Ago


Beautifully written, from a man who cherished his father. You were very lucky to have such a great repore with him. It sounds like you also have a good repore with your son. I also love the painting. His words live on in your heart.

Posted 16 Years Ago


I think men are terribly stricken when the father dies. I know that I was... a little bit of me died with him that day... and we are never quite the same again. This is a fitting tribute to a loving father, from a loving son. It speaks to every man who has lost his father. David.

Posted 16 Years Ago


This is such a sweet and wonderful tribute to your dad, I miss my dad as well, I still wish he was around.

Posted 16 Years Ago


Simply... Lovely

Posted 16 Years Ago



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Ray Hamilton
Ray Hamilton

Morrisburg Ontario Canada, Canada



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