4 My Dad

All the times I helped you,
All the times we shared.
All the things I did for you,

I showed that I really cared.
My times with you I treasure,
more precious than real gold.
Those times we sang together,
those memories I'll always hold.
My times with you were splendid,
we had great times each day.
Those memories keep me going,
they'll never fade away.
My times with you were special,
we were happy as can be.
Those times we colored together,
and also watched TV.
My times with you have ended,
it's so hard to say goodbye.
Till we meet again.
those memories will never die.

Frank Porada

My heart aches every time I see,

The empty chair near the TV.
My dear dad suddenly passed away.
Part of me died and I'm left astray.

I miss my dad, he was my friend,

We had great times till the end.

I know God will call me home too,

Till we meet again, Dad, I love you. 

MY DAD

My 94 year old dad passed away July 22, 2014.

I was his caregiver for over 9 years.

I miss his smile, his singing and 

most important his love.

WE were best friends.

This is not a goodbye but

TILL WE MEET AGAIN.

The Garden that Zack Grew.

This is the garden that Zack grew.

 This is the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the father, all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the neighbor, who bought the corn, from the father all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the dog, who barked in the morn, that woke the neighbor, who bought the corn, from the father, all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, that caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is the musician, who plays the horn, that roused the dog, that barked in the morn, that woke the neighbor, who bought the corn, from the father, all dirty and torn, that helped the mother, all tired and worn, that fed the boy, who caught the cat, that scared the bird, that chased the bee, that sat on the flower, that lived in the garden, that Zack grew.

This is Zack who grew the garden.