Thursday, June 17, 2010

He calls me Tip





If ever I was asked-
Who was the greatest teacher
in your life?
 I would reply-

My father;
Hard and gentle
Rough and smooth-
He taught me the law of nature
And of the Beauty there too,
It captured my wonder
And brought me through
And forward
In all steps, in all ways…
He calls me Tip-
In some ways I think
He may not believe
 that I have lived up
to such a name;

Dear Dad, I tell you…
From the bottom up I came and reached
That elevation-
I live my life in such a way
That I am proud and humble,
Loving and fearless
And most
Thankful to acknowledge-
 I was raised by a man
Whose strength is mighty gentle…
Like a mountain.
Whose weakness only is like that
Of a river,
Ebbing and flowing
…as it was made to do.

6 comments:

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Jayne said...

Beautifully created my friend...

Jane said...

Wonderful - there really is no one else like dad.

Jane

Rhiannon said...

I adore your dad. People don't believe it, but he's been the most amazing person to talk to in my "adult life". He has a way of making things makes sense. And I've even taught him he has to hug me hello and goodbye now :) Ha-ha!!

truewonder said...

Rhi,
I framed this and sent it to him for Father's Day, along with the pic. He probably won't show it to anybody- but yeah, he's a good old boy- one of a kind.

goatlove said...

Wonderful poem! I also enjoyed your tags for this post :).