STILL THE DAD
the image that can never fade from my mind
I have seen since I was still a baby affined,
those green years, you were the young dad
Who loved and humored me – memories so glad!
did everything to entertain me, your treasure,
fairy stories and legends that give pleasure;
I cried, you acted the fool to create joy;
For me to play, your made many an attractive toy.
took the part of cow to pull or horse to ride
me to straddle long times without being tired.
I got weary of, you changed to a new game
(At hide-and-seek: you always missed your aim!)
things but are vast sentiments from above,
could experience Dad's heart, your deep love.
necessary to endure thunderstorms that rend,
Even in normal life, I do need you so as to defend.
the numerous rivers long and far remote
traveled down, and I took so many a ferry boat,
often for me to estimate the depth of the ocean,
Who could sound the caliber of parental devotion?
children have grown up, and by experiment
as you've done, I now act the role of a parent.
the dad is always a young vaudevillian
While playing with his tots and grandchildren.
told the old stories, related each ancient game,
jokes, any child would enjoy and acclaim.
maternal granddads light-hearted, gay,
Again serve as cows, horses for offspring to play.
turns out that you and we (as I) am still the dad
All life the dad to render our cherished kids glad.
Your grandchildren are like us in infancy, naive;
You love and stick to them, never want to leave.