This poem was writen my Iva for Fother’s day.

 

My PAL

He is just a small fellow,
who has a heart of gold.
A bit stooped from toil and labor,
yet, to me he isn't old.
His eyes displays his kindness,
there is silver in his hair.
His voice is soft and mellow,
as it is carries thru the air.

 

His clothes are oiled and spotted,
when I see him in his shop.
He often makes his shop tools
and seldoms has a flop.
He's happy when he is working,
Keeping busy the whole day thru.
At night he visits cheerfully,
his friends and loved ones true.

 

Tho he isn't very wealthy,
or noted for his fame.
I wouldn't trade his friendship,
for the highest noblest king.
He has proved himself a treasure,
just for me to hold.
He is the father of my children,
and is more precious to me than gold.

by Iva Ridgway for husband Henry