I didn’t get to say goodbye to my Dad, He was a very quiet man. He smiled a lot and was very kind. You could spend all day with him and he would never say a word. It has taken me a long time to understand him and according to my family, I am a lot like him. So, Dad, this poem is for you.
If there is a heaven, I know that you are there working the fields, watching things grow, and if there is a newspaper, there you are reading it with your morning coffee and your dog by your side.
If there is a heaven, I know that you are there having Sunday dinner with all your family and friends, Homemade biscuits and mashed potatoes, sweet tea and warm apple pie. I can see your smile and hear your laughter.
If there is a heaven, I know that you are there working on your old ’49 Ford pickup truck, Polishing the finish, stepping back and looking with pride at your handiwork.
If there is a heaven, I know it’s filled with people like you, and I know now that you were always there for me. You have taught me that there were many words in your silences now that I know how to listen. You have taught me and guided me for all these years.
I know now that your deeds have stood the test of time that you didn’t leave me without guidance and knowledge. Who you were has helped me be who I am. I know that you were a good man, a good father, and a loving husband. Your silence gave birth to my words.
Point Of View: Every time I see an old truck speeding down a dirt road with a cloud of dust trailing behind it I always smile. While we grow up and become who we are a part of us will always be influenced by those that cared for us and helped us grow up. He truly did influence my life more by what he did than what he said and by the things he left behind.