I remember when I was small.
You were a giant in my eyes,
A man so tall
You could brush the skies
Overhead, paint them
From black

A father is not just a man, but a man who is admired

By his family and friends, who always respect him.

A father is a person

You could've been a mason with brick and mortar.
But instead you were a patient-transporter .

You drove a bus and then the

Father, I Remember

Fighting sleep, the night before.
Afraid to miss your smiles.
Counting down the hours.
As you traveled many

The Man of My Life

Your hair is getting greyer
You are thinner and weaker
Your pants and shirts
Seem too big for you

Your