A Hundred Years Ago

Thinking of the days of old
and all the stories told.
I can't but think of you sitting
in the early morning dew.

Wondering if you had fixed the choke
or was old Susie finally broke?
The little rings of smoke that came from
your stogie that I loved to poke.

Setting by the fire at night while you
told of how you use to fight.
Going to the county fairs were so much
fun and watching as your tie came undone.

The times when it was just us boys leaving
Mom to fix what we destroyed.
Often these memories come back to me;
and wondering if you knew how it would be.

One hundred years ago, you took your first breath,
where has the time gone since your death?
It seems like yesterday you were teaching me how to drive,
now I teach others how swim and dive.

I love you Papa, more then you knew.
As I watched, an eagle soars in the sky above,
on his wings I send you my love.

Happy Birthday
PAPA
2/14/03