That Was Dad

Only a small boy was I at the time
My mother was away~
Nearing christmass I saw in our shed
On dads ute under canvas boxes hid from display~
I then asked my dad about them
He well covered them there and then~
Made me vow not ever to tell
Any one about them ever ag'en~
But it's now been thirty years
My father he was called above~
And I feel it's time I wrote A
About his endless ongoing love~
My father never being out of work
And always lived to the golden rule~
And he took life very sincerely
Was never one to call anybody fool~
He said many he knew at school as as boy
Were not as lucky as time went by~
And so he'd stack his ute every christmass time
With all the things that could not buy~
In secret late he would deliver every box
Onto the back steps of their home~
And to this day they never knew
Who had brought them their alone~
I vowed back then I'd never say
Or tell a soul what he had done~
But most of them are with him now
And back then thanks to my dad a problem won~
He was the kindest man I knew
Had so much love within his heart~
And every time christmass came around
The hamper delivery again would start~

Terrence Michael Sutton
Copyright 2007

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