My Father's only job was a Coal truck driver
The only thing he brought to our home
Was free coal and beatings for Mom and his kids
So I am happy to say he is stoking coal for the Devil
Alcohol and drugs for boozers and losers
The rest of the stories are in my poetry
So on Father's day it is my Step Grandfather I praise
He never had children of his own and only marriage
Grandma and so we were his children to raise
In the war he was a shipbuilder at Todd's shipyard
He loved people of all races and religions
Twelve hours a day he worked and gave most to the poor
We fought wars against the Japanese and Germans
But there were American citizen of both races
They would come to Grandpa's house at night
He would supply them with food and love
He carried a card exposing him as a Socialist
He was our one protection from my abusive Father
Until my Step dad came into our life and saved Mom
If I refer to Father's day it is him I am praising
My stepdad was a steel worker a Supervisior
He was the tiny man working and building the Space Needle
At five foot four he took on my Dad who was Six foot nine
Trust me it was a mismatch
My Stepdad died this year at age of one hundred
I have faith he is in heaven with my mother
The other guy stoking coal for the devil