Fathers Day

EVERY MORNING, I WOULD HEAR DAD GETTING READY FOR WORK

MOM PREPARING HIS BREAKFAST AND GETTING COFFEE PERKED

STOPPING AT MY ROOM, HE WOULD SAY ‘’HAVE A GOOD DAY”,

WHILE I WATCHED HIS SHADOW DISAPPEAR INTO THE HALLWAY.

GOING TO MY WINDOW I WOULD HEAR THE TRACTOR START,

AS I WATCHED DAD HOOK UP THE OLD FEEDING CART.

THE MORNING SUN WAS GLISTENING IN HIS GRAYING HAIR,

AS MOM CAME DOWN THE PATH WITH HIS OLD HAT TO WEAR.

WHILE WATCHING THE TRACTOR STOPPING JUST A LITTLE WAYS,

I WATCHED DAD FALL TO HIS KNEES AND GIVE PRAISE.

FOR DAD WAS ALWAYS A THANKFUL MAN,

NEVER FORGETING TO THANK GOD FOR THE LAND,

LIKE MOSES, DAD KEPT ME FROM GOING ASTRAY,

THAT IS WHY IAM THANKFUL FOR MY DAD IN EVERY WAY.

WRITTEN: BY LOUISE V. JONES