He was
always there,
and often I took him for granted.
He gave us a roof over our heads,
and a vegetable garden the size of a swimming
pool.
He never asked for much in return,
except on Saturday's
when I was expected to help him around the yard.
I hated it…..
He always said that I was the only one
who would stay with him for the whole day
while he worked in the yard….but I hated
it.
When he
said I was "asking for a spanking",
he was right.
I deserved it every time,
and it did me good.
I know now what he meant
when he said "This will hurt me more that it hurts
you."
Even when I was being punished,
I could feel his love.
He's gone
now and I miss him terribly.
If I could just spend a Saturday
helping him in the yard,
I know I wouldn't hate it so much.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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