I Hope My Dad Was Proud Of Me Poem by Phil Soar

I hope my dad was proud of me
Because he didn't show it
And now that I am old and grey
It would be nice to know it

He worked so hard to build a home
And never shirked his duty
And there was never evidence
He wasted it on booty

I don't think there's a day goes by
When He's not on my mind
You see, he was a gentle man
And very, very kind

He never swore in front of me
He always put us first
Except when he was working hard
To fill my mothers purse

His garden was his leisure place
I share that habit too
He took to life at it's own pace
Which I find hard to do

He never said he loved me
But I knew he cared so much
We seldom shared his company
Or a welcome summer lunch

He spent his time just working hard
On everything he did
I knew that he had marked my card
When I was just a kid

But I hope my dad was proud of me
As it would mean so much
And a comfort in my latter years
If he had kept in touch

In my dreams I see his face
In mirrors, it's reflected
And I hope that in his resting place
I am loved and now respected


For Thomas Henry Soar
Died January 1985