In honoring my dad, Fritz, I wrote this while still in school. He was quiet, mostly, a hard worker who loved the Chicago Cubs and Bears. He didn’t live to see his beloved Cubs win their pennant, but i am sure he was cheering. He’s a veteran of WWII and the Korean wars who rarely spoke of his experiences. He supported us by working at his bakery and later as a chef in area restaurants. His schedule was such that he went to work as we were coming home from school and returned home long after we were in bed. I miss him everyday.
A dad is a conquering hero,
Provider, tried and true,
A fixer of toys, a builder of trains,
A fisherman by the sea.
A Dad is a pillar of strength.
Though spoken or not his love is ever present,
A small girl lies in bed, her eyes awake;
Waiting for the sign,
The room turns dark,
A lighted shadow comes through the window,
a Squeak from the door….Daddy’s home.
The little girl can sleep, secure and unafraid.
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