MY DAD(Written at the request of my brother,
Vernon Weeks, for his Father,
Reo Charles Weeks 1889 - 1986)
My father first saw light of day
Almost a century ago
And moved out West to live and grow.
I see him now in memory
As honest as the day is long
He was six foot two in his stocking feet;
He loved his wife, his children and home
And now he's the last leaf on the tree|
The patriarch of the family.
His steps are feeble now and slow
His eyes are dim and his voice is low,
The great-grandchildren gather 'round
And we know that he'll have immortality;
And we'll see him as he was long ago
With a spring in his step and his face aglow.
As for me I'll be proud if people can
Point to me and say "There's a man
Just like his dad.
Janice Weeks, Chamberlin, Hankins, Rogers