You were the iron hand
that made my buttocks sting.
You were the roaring lion
that would never try to sing.
You were the bearer
of truths that I'd remember
from early January
through til late December.
You were the teacher.
I was the rebellious student.
You were the lecturer
of what was rightfully prudent.
I was the child
that learnt so much from you.
You were the man, my dad
that will be with me, til my life is through.
R.I.P