Read Relax Escape.
Wrote this poem/song to honor my dad and how a chance encounter defined his life. 💜
My Dad
They gave him a soap box, where he stood tall
Being Only fourteen he was way too small
This factory job was the only way
Out of Poverty, in those days
His Youth was stolen by the grip of war
Not a carefree boy anymore,
Bullets flew by whistling through the air
On Distant shores, it was a world affair.
My Dad is my hero strong and true
Through battles fought, he saw us through
In his eyes,
the past you’ll find
Memories linger on, not always kind
My Dad was a soldier brave and good
Keeping in his heart, his family’s love
Through it all,
he never was sad,
I am always grateful to my dad
