This was a poem my Dad wrote the year before he died and I treasure it I hope you love it as much as I do.
Three Loves Have I
Three loves have I,
My wife, my child, my God
He made the wonders of this earth
From the sky to the soil we trod.
He made the stars in the heaven,
He made the roaring thunder,
He made the miracles of love
The most wonderful of wonders.
He breathed into a piece of clay
and said let there be life.
He saw that I was all alone and
Thus gave me my wife
I love my wife for she stands by me
Even when times are bad
She comforts and encourages me
When I am feeling sad
She slaves for me she tends me needs
And even has my baby
Need I say much more of her
My wife is quite a lady
My child I love as fathers do
I maybe should say children
You see I’m blessed with more than one
My God and wife has given
Even when I scold them
My heart is full of pain
I realize kids will be kids
And do it once again
The fight and fuss as children do
And make me very sad
Then they melt this heart of mine
When they say I love you Dad
But if by chance when life is o’er
And should I go to heaven
How proud I’d be in eternity
To meet my wife and all eleven.
Donald W. Hays
© 1977
