I'm looking at a photo of my father. <br />He's wearing army uniform <br />and has a serious smile, <br />as if his fighting days had saddened him, <br />and taught him to distrust mankind. <br /> <br />From an entirely different generation, <br />he seemed simpler than his sons - <br />less obsessed with living life intensely - <br />more able to attend to basic tasks: <br />bring money home; <br />look after house and garden; <br />deal patiently with paperwork; <br />help relatives and friends. <br /> <br />He was missed by many <br />when cancer dragged him off. <br />Most, like me, <br />had taken full advantage of his kindness. <br />Few had realized <br />what a rare, good man he was.<br /><br />Robert Melliard<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-rare-good-man/
