It’s been a long year without you Dad.
Love and miss you
Dad
Cement blocks and mortar,
Foundations he made,
To support the thousands
Of bricks that he laid…
He built a future for his wife,
His kids and himself,
Long shift after shift,
It ultimately cost him his health…
Silica dust, asbestos,
Heat sweat and long hours…
Stairs after stairs, on
The blast furnace towers.
He built house after house,
The design was his pick…
From the basement floor,
To the last chimney brick…
His home was his pride,
His backyard was a park…
A fishpond with falls,
And lights for the dark…
Over seven thousand bricks,
Laid on the backyard,
Digging and leveling,
I helped, it was hard…
Hundreds of cedar trees,
We dug every hole,
Planted each tree,
Stood every light pole…
Inside the house,
Not many may know,
My Dad was a writer,
Deep in paper he’d go…
He was an intellect,
A genius, and very smart.
A lover, a giver,
A man with a big heart…
I already miss him,
And grieve he is gone,
But take relief and assurance
He’s at peace dusk to dawn.
He now builds in heaven
His parents overhead,
Majestic white bricks,
He’s alive, not dead…
Love you, Dad
Daniel & Darren
