Major W. Barnett

Dearest Father and Dad

Quiet, laidback he held the helm as silent arias

Looking inner he sat and watched his children grow and his woman bloom

Working diligently he labored in a plant of steam hot poring iron of incredible temperature day in day out

Reading the paper page to page he relished the items of news with his friends and cronies

Fishing, hunting and training his dogs were his hobby to go

Cordial, respectful he was and ease of people skills was his way

A rower of boats I have never seen for he rowed rowed rowed over ten miles and brought us in when the motor failed us and left us stranded out

Awe lit my eyes as I watched us come closer closer and said again I want to be like my pop I want to be like my pop for he complained seldom and put up with our ways of cruel womanhood and got us back later and we had to say touché

Indeed my structure became not a disadvantage but a plus of awe for myself to prove myself worthy and wish to have sons sons to carry on the physicality and mental ability and be an asset

I still could not beat him running and never will I catch a rabbit in flight like him or do all the work that he and mom did or withstand the stress he carried in his life until he passed on

I will never forget him for I did not understand the hidden nuances that goes with raising young women, men and having an attractive curvy wife.

By

Felicia McCaw