Online Memorial Tribute

A trail of sawdust coming from the truck
That sweet smell of sweat sneaking up behind
At the sink he tries to scrape the dirt. Stuck.
Callused hands, torn knuckles, a frozen mind.

Thumbnails on blue blood from slip of hammer
Sun burnt, wind chapped, his skin in constant strain
He stares up, amazed at simple structure
This love for such an art takes away the pain.

Making dreams of rich men reality
A heart stronger than the thickest of wood
For him, the best of life is plain to see
Living each moment as everyone should

Some may see him as a simple builder
This man is much more - - my loving father.