I remember the day my Dad passed away,
thinking, life will never be the same.
Memories flood back, preserved they stay,
as the pain of our loss will remain.
He taught me mechanics and driving,
but our fishing near sent me insane;
without his guidance for my steering,
I’m up a creek without a paddle again.
The mentor that taught by example,
listening to his children seemed a chore;
He’d show me only once as a sample,
with instructions, for one thousand more.
As a father, he loved all of us dearly,
but look out if we put one foot wrong;
A firm clip under the ear for my brother,
painful reminder, to last the day long.
My father was the proud educator,
his mantra ,‘Please don’t sing along’!
His singing in the shower a reflection,
of a drowned and forgettable song.
Weekends we watched Dad in the garden,
he mowed lawns & trimmed back the hedge.
For Sunday roast, a burp with no pardon,
as he reached for the whiskey on the ledge.
Highly skilled in metal fabrication,
Dad built farming equipment all day,
many will remember his inventions,
I still remember things he would say.
So as we farewell the old Scotsman,
there is just one thing left to be said,
remember the man that helped you,
now that my mentor is dead.
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