My First Teacher – My Dad


 

My dad was my very first teacher,

and for this I am eternally glad.

He gave me praises when I was good,

firm in his discipline when I was bad.

From as far back as I can remember,

my dad was always there.

Even though at times, we were at odds,

I know deep down inside that he cared.

My dad was a perfect example,

of what the fruits of hard labor can provide.

He always made sure our family had the best,

in everything he did was his pride.

He could build anything imaginable,

from toys to our family picnic table.

To call a repairman was unthinkable,

all-around ‘handyman’ was his well-earned label.

My dad was my very first teacher,

and for this I am eternally glad.

I’m thankful for all the good memories,

and have learned valued lessons from the bad.

Thanks dad!!!

By Sylvia Porter-Hall

 

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