Oh, My Father

 

Oh, my father
Wish you were here
Ready to listen
Now so much is clear.

You led by example
Without ever knowing
The impact you made
While we were still growing.

You never let on
The turmoil inside
The anguish you felt
Always fighting the tide.

Life never was easy
You worked ever so hard
Without recognition
With little reward.

So much I have learned
In the years since you died
All life’s little lessons
That you bottled inside.

You got up every morning
With one thing in mind
To provide for your family
Despite hardships you’d find.

You never let on
How life ground you down
You just carried on
With a smile, not a frown.

I wish I could tell you
How much you are loved
But maybe you know it
From so far above.


The image of this 1940 Buick is almost identical to the car my father used to teach me how to drive. The image is from www.hemmings.com. You can follow the link to find out more information about the picture.

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