Dad was such a simple guy,
with a heart pure as gold.
He liked to sit and doodle,
and create the stories he told.
Dad liked to sit and watch'em,
at the park or a bench at the mall.
He liked to write his poetry,
believe me, we heard them all!
Dad liked the smell of a campfire,
coffee, chocolate and beer.
He always wore his cowboy hat,
and whistled Christmas songs all year.
Dad had a bit of a temper,
we knew he lost it now and then.
But we learned to love and respect
that man hidden away deep within.
Dad was a collector of poor lost toys,
with boxes of forgotten things,
We knew he'd keep a dry ink pen,
in case someone might need a spring.
Daddy's brow was always sweaty,
for work was just his way.
With every tool you'd ever need,
He seldom took our money for pay.
Daddy liked to watch the stars,
and play his songs for fun.
He'd write a song by your request,
believe me; we heard every one!
Daddy loved his grand kids dearly,
and spoiled them all with candy.
He made them all something to cherish,
because he was just so handy.
Daddy's gone home early,
The bell has tolled today.
They must've pulled his number,
And Angels carried him away.
I guess I'll learn to whistle,
And store some things away,
I wonder where the north star is,
And what does a poem really say?
We miss you already
Your Children; Allen, Joseph, Arleen, Renee and Russel