If I were a father,
I’d want to be like mine,
Working hard to meet his family’s needs.
Although the years fly by,
My memories remain
Of shared experiences that make me who I am.
Hot wheels, fishing lures,
Shot guns, and digging post holes,
Each moment reminds me of his name.
He encouraged me to follow my dreams
Even if they didn’t match his own.
He entrusted me to God’s providence.
Although I’ll never be a dad
I know that if I were,
I’d want to be like my dad and none other.
18 June 2011 by Glen Alan Woods