POEM - My Dad

My Dad

O’ dad you taught me lots of things,
O’ dad you are a star.
You taught me how to fix a bike,
And engines in a car.

O’ dad you taught me right from wrong,
You taught me to respect.
You taught me to take things apart,
And put them back correct.

Although you used to potch a lot,
Dismantle and repair.
When I am potching just like you,
I know that you are there.

Now you’re gone I miss your smile,
Your humour and your fun.
We know your watching over us,
Cos you were number one.


Written by
David Boyce
12 September 2003