My Father - Poem by chuck Hurley
My Father was like my Mother except not quite a saint
My Father was like my Father but a Mother he ain't.
My Father had the power but my Mother the glory
But that will have to be covered in another story.
My Father lost out because he didn't believe
That life could be good and not to deceive.
He had what he wanted and did so out of choice
Always the one with the fearful voice.
He experienced denial like most of the men in his time
But it was his wife who said always said, 'these children are mine'.
He was a fireman but I don't think he was thankful for that
I'm sure he could have done better but he was lucky and that is a fact.
He was not a drinker, gambler nor a womanizer but he could have been
He was a good looking guy but there was always the number seven.
More than a roof over our head
Food on the table and the taste of bread.
Made sure we had clothes and attended school
He was a good man who did practice the silent golden rule.
My Father knew how I thought into his family I came
Told him that I would gladly do it over and exactly the same.
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