And Tears Were In Dad’s Eyes

After all the darkness about

Nagging days with concern and doubt

Dreariness overcoming me

The panic in uncertainty

Every opening door

And the squeaking gates before

Rains that wouldn’t stop

Splatters on the floor from every drop

We tried to appreciate what we had

Every insult from folk made us sad

Regardless to the poverty we

Enjoyed each other’s company

I went out happy still to return

No inhibitions to get out and earn

Dad was retired and felt the strain

And tried to ensure we had no moral drain

Didn’t understand first what I heard and had seen

Sniffling at the table was my dad and in between

Every sniffle he stopped and put a handkerchief to his nose

You would doubt seeing a grown man so expose’

Everything I told you was true, no lies

Saw him cutting up onions And Tear’s Were In Dad’s Eyes