Limerick To My Dad
As a wee lass, there were cuddles, laughter, and kind words when I was crying.
There was naught ever a thing in my life time that I needed.
Alas, the Insolence of youth, rolling of eyes, and sounds of sighing.
His sage advice I seldom heeded.
With age and maturity my own offspring were seeded.
Now it is known to all who have known him…
My dad is the finest, without even trying!
Thank you for your constant care and love!
Donna J. Heatherly
Dad and I Circa 1961. He grew a beard in honor of the E. St. Louis Centennial… the hat I am wearing is his from the event.
His beard was red, and his hair was blonde, I should add!