Sunday, June 16, 2013

A Word for Dad


A careful man I ought to be,
A little fellow follows me.

I do not dare to go astray,
For fear he'll go the self-same way.

I cannot once escape his eyes,
Whate’er he sees me do,
He tries.

Like me, he says he's going to be,
The little chap who follows me.

He thinks that I am good and fine,
Believes in every word of mine.

The base in me, he must not see,
That little chap who follows me.

I must remember as I go,
Through summer sun and winter snow,

I am building for the years to be,
That little chap who follows me.

- Grace Schmidt