My Father

Often people speak of olden times
Burdens that they shared,

IN the winters cold,there their feet went just
struggling through the snow,
To get food for their young ones
and blankets to keep them warm.
For that was my father looking out for his little ones.
My Father was,and still is
A great man,Even though he is gone.
His love for his children will always be strong.

I love you dad ,always in my heart
and memories .
Author: Debra Bryant Lykins