My Father My Friend

Tall and quiet a man of few words

So soft spoken, was seldom heard

A fast walker, a quick thinker

Part time fireman and a beer drinker

 Navy man, and World War 2 Vet

Served his country with no regret

A loving husband, his love was true

For his family, there's nothing he would not do

When times were hard he had his way

Putting food on the table day after day

He lived in pain, an ailing  back 

Never a complaint he faced this fact

He loved to laugh and joke around

Bearing his hurt not making a sound

From a deck of cards, to horseshoe pits

Whipping our butts getting his kicks

He was a master at all, liked to boast

Giving us lessons, is what he enjoyed the most

So many things, to many to list

Still in our hearts and surely missed

Written for my Dad~ Everett Charles Preston 1915-1979

By Charles Everett Preston