Once was a man that I had known
When I was young and not full grown
Long time ago and far away
Another life, another way.
He was a man of honest pride
Direct and sweet, sincere inside
I miss him still and ever will
He holds that place none else can fill.
And if I live one hundred years
Or have to face one thousand fears
There is no one I’ll ever meet
Who shall my father’s love unseat !
Claire V. Bogdanos 