What Makes This Man My Dad Poem by Donna McCord

My Dad and I were talking one day as we often do
I asked him if his Dad was good to his son too
A softness found his face as he looked at me and smiled
I could see it pleased him to visit there a while

Growing up you never had to wonder what he’d do
Consequences for your actions was entirely up to you
Strong broad shoulders, callused hands leading us to pray
Giving thanks and praising God for every single day

Somewhere out there still he directs my every move
Silently encouraging me in all I say and do
Unselfishly the man gave me all he ever had
I’d never be the me I am today without my Dad

I looked up at my Dad and saw his father in is eyes
Then I knew just how he had gotten to be so wise
From one generation to the next we are guided by our past
The lessons learned are as valuable as they are fast.