in Honor of my father**
He was born in Isle La Monte
In nineteen twenty six
Son of a plot farmer
The soil to plant and mix
He was a good student
A good lad as a rule
In the winter he would trek
Twelve miles to go to school
An IQ test was given
I will not debate
My father came in second
For the record of the state!
He did achieve much excellence
I think you will agree
He paid his own way
To go to MIT
He served his country loyally
He was a navel man
Was ranked at RT-4
On a LST landing craft
He manned the radio towers
And handed up the shells
The Kamakazi dove to ****
In Okinawa's hell...
He is a faithful husband
And a father who's bar none
If my father'd been on the other side
I believe they would have won!
Now he's on the Dream Flight
To Washington DC
And I tell you that his daughter
Is as proud as proud can be!!!
The Dream Flight is for WWII vets
Who would ordinarily never be able
To afford to visit the Washington Memorial of WWII... it is an all expenses paid flight and hotel then a magnificent ceremony at the Memorial. My brother will be standing by his 90 year old
Father throughout everything...
Which is heroic in itself as my dad is almost stone deaf and in a wheelchair. He will need some assistance!!!
THIS IS HISTORY IN THE MAKING!
I AM SO PROUD OF MY FATHER
(in case you hadn't guessed)
Thanks for welcoming me back to Hello Poetry... you are wonderful friends.
I have been going through some things visceral. But feeling better every day. The cup is half full, yes??
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