Albert Price

Rookie - 343 Points (12-14-1943 / Washington DC)

Remembering Dad - Poem by Albert Price

His hair was black, crisp and wavy,
Above a face well-featured by grace.
A man who knew how to earn a living,
He could look the entire world in the face.

Dad's advice I will never forget:
To try always to do your best,
And to thank God everyday,
Because He'll take care of the rest.

To church, he went every Sunday
To hear the pastor's learned voice.
The singing of the church choir
Allowed his weary heart to rejoice.

He told me to know to use my mind,
Since knowledge is much to be sought;
And there is no end to learning,
Or end to what needs to be taught.

Dad had hands that fixed anything,
With a bit of cement or a nail.
And whatever he had put together,
You could be sure it wouldn't fail

If only I had listened to him more,
While he was here with me alive.
If I had paid attention to all he had to say,
Surely now I would know how to survive.

Topic(s) of this poem: daddy, fathers day, memorial

Form: Verse


Comments about Remembering Dad by Albert Price

  • Rajnish MangaRajnish Manga (6/12/2017 1:57:00 PM)

    Though, I wish you had added your Dad's photo with this wonderful tribute, I can make his image in my mind based on your vivid description. Thanks a lot. Albert.
    He could look the entire world in the face.
    If only I had listened to him more,
    While he was here with me alive.
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Poem Submitted: Monday, June 12, 2017



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