My Pops - a poem by daughter Carole Lesley Johns McRobb
Created by Marlene 3 years ago
Stubborn as a mule and always right.
Your way or no way, and damn those who would fight.
No airs or graces, words never minced, truth always spoken.
I'm going to miss that loud voice of yours Dad, my heart it still beats but now is broken.
If help was ever needed you were the first in the queue, nothing was too much trouble. We all, could depend on you.
You were a Jack of all trades, a master of none.
Had a tool for everything and knew exactly where to find it.
And if you had no parts to fix it you would make them, always a job well done.
Regrets, I have so many, please forgive me.
Thought we would have had more time to share.
You were my father, tutor, friend & mentor, you were my constant, always there.
You loved a good laugh, a pint, a fag.
Talked to anyone prepared to listen.
Your tales to tell of times gone by, stories galore, too many to mention.
The birds have now flown from your garden so quiet.
Your presence missed greatly but never forgot.
These words, shared memories, reminisced just for you.
Will be treasured forever, as you, will always be, My Pops.