I once knew a man
so rare.. so radiant
few could walk with him
Born in Irish poverty
bred within the lines
of the clan.. where life demanded
real men
In stern tones
he made his wishes known
and built boys to men
with his hands
Alone.. he was known
for his fire and passion
as a man.. he was harder than stone
he forced us.. to grow
Against our will
he shaped and formed
six boys and four girls
all made to atone for our folly and failings
But in the quiet times
he would call us in
and tell a story.. and say aloud and freely
i am sorry
In his mind
were the names
of every general.. in every war
the history of the Irish.. and so much more
Later in life
he cautioned me
and gave me guidance
to last a lifetime.. for the day he was not here
A man of MENSA
a genius with out end
a father.. a mentor and later.. a friend
a man who taught.. me
How to truly be.. a real man
And then..
before he died
he finally said..
He Loved Me
LeeL
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