Dad

To my invalid and ageing father

I dedicate this poem

Without your activity

Our house is not a home

How I loved your laughter

When I heard you at the gate

The glint in your eyes

Looking for a debate

Now I as I watch you

As you sit and waste away

I wish I could change places

Even for just a day

Yet you seem so content

Never sigh or complain

Now I must realise

Things will never be the same

What an example

You set your sights so high

Daddy you are the best

Goodbye, Goodbye Goodbye

Frank Sheridan