Of fathers, I have known a few,
But there are none I've known like Hugh and Lou.
If fathers all were in a queue,
I guarantee I'd pick these two.
My father, Hugh, he held me small,
He picked me up when I would fall,
And comfort me - his "baby doll."
He quickly came when I would call.
He was a man who loved and led,
Who kept his family warm and fed,
The man who loved me first and said,
"I'll walk you down an aisle to wed."
He did just that many years ago.
I took his arm and we marched slow.
My father leading me aglow,
And giving me to one I'd know.
My husband, Lou, he took my hand,
And in a church, we two did stand,
We gave each other a small gold band.
And started the journey to our promised land.
God gave us littles to love and raise,
And for their father, I thank and praise,
For Lou is sure and steady all days,
And loves forever and always.
He gives and gives without end,
He's mine and the kids' truest friend,
To our every need he does attend,
What more could be said? What more could be penned?
Two fathers, so different and yet so the same,
Two men, each, who gave me their name,
Two men, each, I am ready to claim,
Two fathers, their worth, I'll forever exclaim!
|August 1, 1987|
First Methodist Church
Hannah, Lou, Luke
|Chalk drawing I asked Rachel Casey Hamaan to draw when she was still in high school|
It is one of my treasures