Writer's Pantry at Poets & Storytellers United.
There are times we recall the subtle lessons
we learned by example from our parents. This
poem is one of those times.
Submitted March 1, 2020
As we rode through summer breezes
The man of courage and I
He taught me still another lesson
As he had since I was just so high.
For the years had left their burden
And now he walked with a cane
And the body once strong and strapping
Now faltered and gave much pain.
I heard him not once complaining
As we passed fields of grain on our drive
But commenting on God’s bounty and sunshine
Saying, “It’s a good day to be alive”.
When I find I’m feeling sorry
For the problems and troubles I’ve had
I look to my model of courage
With humble gratitude…I love you, Dad.