Poem About Dad

Dad was on the police department and we were concerned for his safety. When he worked the 3:00 to 11:00 shift we would wait up late with Mother.

          Remember the excitement of Dad coming home,
          When we would wait up with Mother, for she was all alone?

          Remember how he lost his finger in a fight one night,
         And said the burglar's teeth were knocked out of sight?

         His stories were not false, just exaggerated truth.
         He said he walked three miles to school when he rode a horse for two.
      
         My life is not the same without my Dad around;
         For I am still on earth, and he has gone to higher ground.

         I miss our visits and the stories he used to tell;
         For I am still on earth, and he is ringing those golden bells.

         I think of him often, but my memory seems to dim;
         For I am still on earth, and he is singing heavenly hymns.

         Part of me went with him, and part of him was left with me;
         For I am still on earth, and he is in heaven, you see.