A Tribute to a Father

His harvest may be over,

But in my heart it’s not

Because I still can see him

In my every waking thought

I can see him at the counter

Drinking his cup of coffee,

eating a slice of pie

I can see him walking out the door

Grabbing one more donut,

kissing Mom good-bye

I can see him in his coveralls

In his boots and cap

I can see him in the recliner

The paper in his lap

I can see him in the tractor

Driving in the field,

plowing up the land

I can see him at the lake

Standing on the dock,

fishing pole in hand

I can hear him in the church

Greeting friends and chatting,

singing hymns with abundant cheer

I can hear him in the cattleyard

Hollering at a stubborn steer

I can hear him with the grandbabies

Playing in the sandbox, playing a game

I can hear him chuckling and laughing

Loving being Grandpa

Loving when they say his name

I can hear him in the kitchen

A phrase he always used to say

“There’s always tomorrow.

And if there is no tomorrow

It doesn’t matter anyway.”

There are no more tomorrows

For this great man is gone

But always in our hearts

His memory will live on