Big and Tall, <br />with a <br />formidable mind. <br />Full of talent <br />and always searching to find <br />all of life's answers <br />by the end of today. <br /> <br />And demanding, oh my! <br />'Study hard, do not lie! ', <br />'You must strive to know all <br />or in disgrace you'll fall! ' <br /> <br />'Ahhh, your grades, let me see: <br />Nineteen A's and one B? <br />Why the B? '-you'd accuse? <br />You are not filling my shoes.' <br /> <br />You encouraged all sports, <br />even showed how it's done. <br />And we liked your support <br />of occasional fun. <br /> <br />All in all, now you're dead, <br />you're not Papa no more, <br />we will call you the name <br />that we called you before. <br />'Cause we think if you had <br />over all these years, <br />with the teachings and beatings <br />and the standardised tears, <br />if you'd smiled even once <br />when we brought you a cuppa: <br />We'd remember you as <br />our wonderful Papa....<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/der-alte/
