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Holbrook
My Dad
I
think of the love that I saw in his
eyes;
A godly love given without compromise.
I recall all the times that he stood by my side,
Encouraged me on with such warmth and such pride.
His voice full of kindness, was firm
but yet fair;
He spoke with great tenderness, patience and care.
His workingman hands were so strong and so sure,
I knew there was nothing we could not endure.
His work on the railroad, exhausting
and hot,
Was work he must do if he liked it or not.
His needs were quite simple, just family and friends;
He never was swayed by new fashions and trends.
It's true, that some others provided
insight,
But he laid the foundation that kept me upright.
The dearest of fathers to live on this earth,
Though he wasn't royal by wealth or by birth.
A man of great dignity, honor and strength;
For even a stranger, he'd go any length.
Far greater than any man most people know,
My Dad was my mentor, my friend, my hero.
Copyright © by Mariane Holbrook.
About the Author:
Mariane Holbrook is a retired teacher, an author of two books, a musician and
artist. She lives with her husband on coastal North Carolina. She maintains a
personal website
www.MarianHolbrook.com and welcomes your
emails at
Mariane777@bellsouth.net.