McNair Poem

My Father

Frank McNair

I know my father

like he knew his

like we both know George Washington --

a good man, they all say.

And all the evidence (the pictures, speeches and such)

bears it out.

A man of integrity and truth and honor,

a good provider.


All my life he tried to give me the perfect gift.

(And there were some fine ones, too!)

When what I wanted was time,

entrée to his heart and mind,

to touch his soul.


Now he's old and so am I.

And all I can give him is time.

And all he can give me is gifts.




copyright 2008 J. Frank McNair