Roger Singer

My pen delights me,

stirring within the cast of

granite to speak of a

father I knew,

raising children;

three meteors rising.

He was humility

possessing deep waters

overlooking faults and

premises of promises,

drowning out failed

expectations

avoiding anger while

entertaining uprightness.

He was solid with love

caring for the blood of

his blood

nurturing the best

holding to hope in all

to succeed.