Posted by Rachel (22.214.171.124) on June 16, 2001 at 23:51:56:
ONLY A DAD by Edgar Guest (Book of Virtues)
Only a dad with a tired face,
Coming home from the daily race,
Bringing little of gold or fame
To show how well he has played the game;
But glad in his heart that his own rejoice
To see him come and to hear his voice.
Only a dad with a brood of four,
One of ten million men or more
Plodding along in the daily strife,
Bearing the whips and the scorns of life,
With never a whimper of pain or hate,
For the sake of those who at home await.
Only a dad, neither rich nor proud,
Merely one of the surging crowd,
Toiling, striving from day to day,
Facing whatever may come his way,
Silent whenever the harsh condemn,
And bearing it all for the love of them.
Only a dad but he gives his all,
To smooth the way for his children small,
Doing with courage stern and grim
The deeds that his father did for him.
This is the line that for him I pen:
Only a dad, but the best of men.
I had two dads. One good. One bad. They were the same person. So I thought I would just write one good thing about my dad. My dad liked to camp and take the old 8mm movies. It is probably the fondest memory I will carry with me - especially now that he is gone. I can still remember the "old dad" by watching the movies (now put on video)and seeing what life was like "way back when".
I invite each of you to tell one good thing (if you can) about your dad. I know for some it is not an easy day for you so I won't push. Just something different to think about and do here. -Rachel
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