POEM WRITTEN FOR ANOTHER AS A GIFT

A child is born from the love of a man,
he takes care of them the best that he can.

Each so different and he loves them all the same,
Toby, Tara and Terry he chose for their special names.

He's always been there to dust them off,
or gets the spoon and medicine for their coughs.

Only a few moments taken for himself,
he removes his fishing pole from the dusty shelf.

A closeness to God when he is out on the Sea,
this is where he imagines he'd really like to be.

An easy man to bring pleasure and always please,
just bring some wine, spaghetti and hold the cheese.

A generous man and the love that he gives,
he only asks for his Cadillac, more work and love from his kids.

He looks through his glasses with his mild manner and quiet tone,
unfortunately most of his time is spent on the phone.

A journey from the City of Lights to Grants Pass,
we always pray, "please don't let him run out of gas!"

For Father's Day we give you these written words as our gift,
and thank you for the many times, you have given us a lift.

John Michael Smith as Father of the year,
We pray to God, that you will always be near.

The Kids