Speaking Of My Father
By Paul McCann
His first name it was Sam .
He was a handyman .
He cared and made a fuss .
He loved and lived for us .
He spoke of folk he knew .
He paid and fed me too .
He slaved and gave so much .
He did more than enough .
His sister was my Aunt .
He chose a rose to plant .
We worked in the back yard
He sighed and tried so hard .
He and I jogged for miles .
He look at you in smiles .
He spent and lent to me .
He loved his family .
His faith lit up the way .
He went to mass each day .
He worked shifts all his life ..
He never met my wife .
He never heard my tune .
He death it came so soon .
He left his legacy .
He is part of me .
I know life carries on .
I know he's dead and gone .
But with Gods strength and will .
I feel his presence still .
I send to him in prayer .
Some words that say I care .
I can't forget the day ,
My father passed away .
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