And what else? Mind your father
Always a lesson with a smile and nod
hands cracked from years of trade
car engine runs but not so good
bank account empty, but did what he could
Trips to New York City, baseball games and such
Picking fights with small town thugs
Boy, turned to man, turned to dad turned to pops
Loving endlessly, a war hero never stops
As breath grew short, and hairs sprouted array
We sang jovially on his 90th birthday
Sing soft, sing sweet, one day again we'll meet
Right after Gram has a few words with you.
Chips and dip, and scramble eggs
sleepovers and stocking legs
I remember all the moments as if they were yesterday
With my umpires you always had your say
I wrote this on arm so you never go away
may the road rise to meet you..we pray.
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