My father had a talent
Of being a great storyteller
He was able to catch
Your attention were
Ever he went
He would sit for hours
And watch people in groups
Those he knew he knew what to say
Those he didn't he would
Observe for the rest of the day
Then when asked to speak
The room would fall in a hush
Waiting in anticipation
On his every word
Dad had a knack
To tell a good tale
He made us laugh
He made us cry
With a zest for life
He would tell us all
His views on life
With respect for him
I give to thee
The talent he shared
With our family
Story-telling, yes, indeed...I do believe he and me would have gotten along very well, indeed, Ms. Kaila...And my bet is that he smilin o'er you right now for penning and sharing your admiring words for him! Nicely Done, young lady ~FjR~
Oh if we can joined the story telling once with him it must be fun, you know that ability is rare...you really had a great experience with your father then. and it's inspired you for a nice poem_Unwritten Soul
I know I would of loved your fathers stories, based on how well you write about him. You do honor to your father.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Bless him and bless you. I look forward to reading your poems and stories, in anticipation... till then. -Kelly.