This is poem dedicated to my great grand father who I never met.
My Dad
Who gives his daily pleasures up
for his family burdens to bear?
Who toils until late at night
to make us pleasures here?
Who stroked his head & said goodbye
when the Great War was on?
Then with a smile and mellow voice
sing Happy – – – "Hello Son".
No other heart is quit so true
Who else gives live and time.
to do the things that he has done
as this brave Dad of mine.
by Iva Ridgway August 1948
in memory of
John Washington Villines