My Father
An Acrostic Remembrance
by Steve Cope
06-07-2012
My earthly father was not around. Yet my step-dad, covered a lot of ground.
Freely sharing his love for the family and our mom. Always treading the waters of work in the barbecue pits, he was the bomb. Tasting the fare at good 'ole Austin's Barbecue, the best of all times. How he met my beloved Rhonda for the first time, for our meals he dropped the dimes. Earlier on teaching me how to drive, first real ride was a mustang. Remembering the good times and dispatching the bad, I see now that he truly was my father.
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