Dads boots

Dads boots

A Poem by Wolf

My father just passed away and i wrote this for him i felt like sharing this with the rest of you

I gently held my father’s hand
while sittin’ near his bed,
strokin’ soft the white hair,
now unruly on his head

His boots sat in the corner,
all rough an’ weather-worn,
remindin’ me of all the ways
he taught me without scorn

Just sittin’ at our table
each night when day was thru’,
bowin’ tired an’ weary head
to give our Lord His due

His risin’ every mornin’
b’fore hearin’ rooster’s crow,
gettin’ chores done early,
‘cause he had some fields to sow

Workin’ hard for little,
but always taking pride
in what he could accomplish
for his family an’ his bride

Never speakin’ harshly
but teachin’ just the same
as he showed us with his manner
how to win life’s crucial game

Not complainin’, not unloadin’
the worries he might have
‘bout the weather or the plowin’,
or nursin’ sickly calves

He always took great notice
of doin’ right or wrong,
an’ told us always listen
to the voice of our heart song

He taught to be respectful,
an’ would gently bring to mind
old folks in their agin’,
for he knew someday we’d find―

We too would walk our elder’s path,
an’ as the prophets say,
“Ya reap what you have sown�"
now or later, you must pay.”

Those boots brought back old memories,
sittin’ there so still,
as if the man who walked in them
had finally lost his will

But if I know my dad at all,
his spirit will live on
in the lives of all his children
with each an’ every dawn

We’ll start our day like he did
with purpose in each step,
be honest in our dealin’s,
not excusin’ any debt

He leaves us with the knowledge
we can all do somethin’ great
if we live our life for others
till we reach that pearly gate

His boots are lined an’ wrinkled
just like his weathered face,
but he goes today with dignity,
no dishonor, no disgrace…

© 2011 Wolf

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This leaves me speechless. Our Father's have so much about them in character the good the bad and ugly and yet the admiration, love and energy of themselves and the life they shared with us is like a foundation of sorts. Thank you for sharing your experience and life with your Father with us.. A wonderful tribute to a life..x

Posted 9 Years Ago

wow this poem is good i love it great work..

Posted 10 Years Ago

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