On Father's Day

I salute my husband for being such a good dad. He tries, everyday, to improve upon his skills in fathering. He knows that he has not learned all there is to know about being a parent. He listens to me when I counsel (be nosey) and give him advice (tell him what to do).

We love him very, very much.

Here is a poem I found in the newspaper today. It is in Dear Abby's column. It made me think of him.


I Had a Father Who Talked With Me
~~Hilda Bigelow

I had a father who talked with me.

Allowed me the right to disagree, To question - and always answered me, As well as he could - and truthfully.

He talked of adventures; horrors of war;

Of life, its meaning; what love was for;

How each would always need to strive

To improve the world to keep it alive.

Stressed the duty we owe one another

To be aware each man is a brother.

Words for laughter he also spoke, A silly song or happy joke.

Time runs along, some say I'm wise, That I look at life with seeing eyes.

My heart is happy, my mind is free, I had a father who talked with me.