Left: my father and I at my Aunt’s wedding c. 1993;
Right: my father and I at my own wedding last year. Photo by Katie Snyder Photography.
Maybe you are a father, or married to a father, or maybe you have just spent the day celebrating with your own father, but all the same, I hope you have had a happy and blessed Father’s Day. My day to celebrate with my father is next Tuesday, but I am still thinking of him, my father-in-law Larry, and my best friend’s dad- Sammy on this very special day. Thank you to all those father’s out there; you have such a very special role!
In honor of this day, I would also like to share with you a special poem my cousin Brandon wrote about his own father, Mike. My father and Mike are brothers, who in many ways are like night and day, but very similar in other ways. As I have said before, we all grew up in a small, country town in Tennessee where hard work, perseverance, and neighborly love served as the cornerstone of living. Those qualities are in my father, my uncle, and my cousins. This poem is so very dear to me because it represents them.
Busted knuckles and calloused hands have rested in the pockets.
Bitter cold and January winds have worn against the well faded denim.
Falling snow has mixed with sweat from a horse’s neck on a mountain trail ride.
Grease from a motor stains one shoulder, while a cut from barbed wire decorates one sleeve.
Hard work in cold weather is as much the fabric of this old jacket as denim and flannel.
Determination and a commitment to doing things right, even if it means shouldering a little pain,
This has been the existence of this jacket, because that’s the soul of the man that wore it.
Some dirt, some grease, some sweat, and a little bit of blood built it’s character.
I just hope the shoulders covered by that ole jacket now prove to be at least half as strong,
at least half as broad, and can shoulder at least half the load in whatever storm comes,
As the pair it covered before.
I hope I can fill my Daddy’s jacket.
poem courtesy of Brandon Martin.