This is a man I looked up to all my life and wanting to be just like him.
This is a man who beleaved in his country and family.
This is a man who was strong and cabal of anything.
This man who is my father was not a perfect man,but he is my father and I loved him so.
He was always interested in what I did in school and if I made any friends.,he's always told me to pick my friends wisely you'll always know who is friend or foe.
My father always had a bad temper and along with it sometimes got him in trouble and made many bad choices but he was always a good father to me and my little brother.
My father always did as much as he could with us,like taking us camping,and hiking trips in West Verginia.,going out west and seeing the four corner's where the four states meet,waggen trips where the cowboy's and indians staged the fight,and after the the battle we settled down to a nice hardy meal. Being able to see CA. for the first time was a thrill.,I could go on and on,but I would rather see the smile on my father's face and tell him that I loved him before he past away.
He was fully dressed in his U.S. Army uniform inside a brown coffen that I kept waking up to in a cold sweat and alway's in tear's.
Written By,
Garry Scott
Reason for writing:
I dreampt this dream at least twenty times before I decided to write this poem about my father,and yet I still cry everytime I read this poem.
Birth sign: Aries
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