A Tribute to Dad
He gifted me his name and his nose;
Since his feet hurt all the time,
Thankfully not his toes.
He worked hard, that dad of mine.
We often had a battle of wills,
Because I am firstborn, I later teased.
I didn’t always sit quiet and still;
Sometimes that’s all it took to please.
First memories are blurry and dim,
Bundled and playing with my dog in the cold,
Waiting to hear his truck and see him
Climb down from his rig, back in the fold.
I had a puppet so Dad taught me a rhyme,
He teased and tickled and gave me rides,
My home was safe. I felt loved all the time
Even when he had to tan my hide.
His laugh was distinctive and contagious,
Though his voice could be cold and stern
When he deemed my behavior outrageous.
He made sure good lessons I learned.
Along with adventures and family fun,
Blessings and love live on in my mind,
So glad that Mom thought he was the one.
My siblings and I think no better you’d find.
Calvin Granville Pearson (1925 – 2003)