Happy Father’s Day, My Dear Father
June 13, 2018, 503
This is a poem I wrote dedicated to my father and our twin boys — Matthew and John. Father left his home in 1948 at the age of 20, with a hundred dollars in his pocket. In real “Bleak and bitter” conditions. Overcoming life’s obstacles, raised his family. I can only dream to be ‘half the man” that he is. As a son and a father, I pray that “the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree”.
Orphaned and abandoned, with pennies in his hands
Docked in a strange land, bleak and bitter conditions
Yet pain and agony, no match to his convictions
Became a teacher, then a trader, served his term as a governor
Behind the scene, God’s calling – to be a self made pastor
Only God knows why, as I sat down and cry,
how deeply I am blessed, mere words cannot justify.
I can only dream to be, half the man I try to imitate,
Higher than Mt Everest, a father’s love so great
This is my message to you, my dear sons and daughters
A father will forever be, come heavy rain or high waters.
Like the man before him, and my father before me
I pray that the fruit doesn’t fall far from the tree.
Father’s kindness and affection, in my heart like gold
Your patience and humility, sealed in spirit I hold
My legacy, my heritage, my gift I bring unto you..
My son my son, soon you will be a father too.
