It was long, long ages ago, or so to me it seems.
Yet through the mists of time and thought, the memory gleams.
It was only last week my wandering thoughts did stray,
Just like that the memories returned, no sign of wear or fray.
He was a veritable giant of a man, to a young boy such as I.
Strong and sure, brave and wise, I was safe when he was nigh.
As I grew, I often measured myself against his mighty frame.
Yet no matter how I changed, he remained the same.
His morals were unshakable, like a cliff wall against the sea,
No matter what storms of life assailed me, I knew he cared for me.
So often I fell far short of matching this towering giant of a man.
Yet he would smile, pat my back, and help me make a plan.
How can I measure how much my father meant to me?
It truly is boundless, like drops of water in the sea.
The years may roll on, like some endless ball of yarn,
Yet my father's love remains till I lie buried 'neath my cairn.
He must have had his doubts and worries, though I seldom saw;
It was as if he followed some invisible, unspoken law.
Born in an earlier age, when values and morals had worth,
Unlike the present time; we suffer from a dearth.
Molded by forces and circumstances beyond my understanding,
He was proud but not arrogant, expectant but not demanding.
No matter how harsh the challenges he was forced to confront,
If there was punishment to suffer, he would take the brunt.
As another Father's Day approaches, I can't help but remember him,
My heart aches at his loss, I blink my eyes as sight grows dim.
