My Dad Poem by Jean Meyer

As a young boy you lost your mother
Who could be replaced by no other.

As a teen there's not much to say
You dropped out of school and joined the navy.

You married my mother at age twenty
You had seven kids now that's not funny.

You worked really hard at Continental
Making military parts made of metal

You watched us grow when we were small
You picked us up when we would fall.

You like to tinker when you can
Making lots of things for your children.

The tree house the sand box
The red box car the miniature Olds

Are all part of the memories
For which I hold.

As the years go by and I grew up
These are some of the things I never forgot.

Though we don't see each other very much
I want you to know I love you a bunch.