He taught me how to do things and how to be a man. He sometimes had to scold me but with a loving hand.
I never saw him crying he held it deep inside except the day his brother died, and tears flowed from his eyes
He read me bedtime stories until I felt too old then hed sit beside me until my eyes were closed.
He taught me how to catch a ball and how to play for fun. He showed me how to tackle and how fast that I could run.
He got me my first haircut and taught me how to shave. I didn’t know at that time my razor had no blade.
I grew up, and he got old, so many lessons learned. Now all I have are memories of a man whose heart was gold.
I think of him whenever I see a boy at play and wish to God, I had him back if only for a day.
Happy Father's Day, dad.
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