My Father My Father was a special man No one was quite like him 'Tho he's been gone these many years My memory is not dim Folks said he had a handicap, He only had one eye (Grandma said he had been ill She told me that was why) Dad never let that slow him down In anything or any way He just saw his job and did it That's how he lived each day I guess he worked much harder Than most, to earn his pay If he ever thought that wasn't fair I never heard him say He taught us how to live each day Trusting God for all our needs Not expecting to reap a crop If we didn't sow the seeds My Daddy was a farming man He lived close to the land He said we should love our home Even though it wasn't grand Sometimes I wish that I could be A little girl once more Dad understood when things went wrong That's what Fathers are for Through the years since he's been gone These words have stood the test Thanks to Dad, I remember them, "Trust God and do your best" by Arlene Hearn Price In loving memory of my father, Alfred W Hearn Printed in Poet's Corner, the Tribune Courier, Benton KY