My memories of you, are never sad,
I'd like to share some with you Dad.
You never ceased to make me laugh,
When I was young and in the bath.
Warm towel from fire, wrapped I'd be,
In your arms, you would dry me
Camping trips, we had a ball,
At the time you seemed so tall.
Perched on shoulders, mushroom hunt,
Rest would trail, we'd be in front.
'Mimims' I'd shout, do you recall?
Excited jumps, we'd nearly fall!
Those carefree years, to me so dear,
We'd finish off and share a beer.
Drink our share without a care,
Then wobble home, a 'right old pair'.
Sober, drunk you'd talk away,
To anyone, at night or day.
Sand to Arabs, you could sell,
Convince Big Ben they need a bell.
This gift, you then passed down to me,
To deal with issues easily.
Respect for you, no one can measure,
A noble prize, the long lost treasure
I miss you, but my heart grows fonder,
For the man down in the Rhonda.
Would want you not, any other way,
For all of time not 'Fathers Day'
copyright 2009 Mark Curtis
Mark, What a lovely tribute to your Father. I just came to this site yesterday from poetrypoem. I still have several left to transfer but every one here is super nice. If you have time i would love for you to read some of my stuff and comment.i will certainly be reading more of yours. Your friend in poetry Barbie
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I hope your Dad is still around to read this lovely tribute.