I would like to share my dad’s writings & some photos. He left them with me and there are days when I open his brief case and breath in his smell. It still smells like him and I needed to read this tonight.
He wrote the poem at the bottom, my first day of school in Fort Smith Arkansas. It was 1970. I was an August baby so I was the youngest in class. I remember being behind and afraid that they would forget to pick me up from school. He never did.
By Dan Antell
Today I present to the world my daughter
She has eyes of blue and white golden hair
She’s ready in her little starched dress to
begin her first day of school.
And I ask you world be hind to her and treat her with care
For she’s my daughter and has always
been protect by me. It’s sad to think She
will find other heroes in the world besides me.
She has eyes of blue and golden hair
And because she’s my daughter, none so fair
A will-of-the-wisp is my little girl
She’s not a gem, she’s more like a pearl
That is so rare that I can see
A man would keep her indefinitely.
When so little she cuddled close to me
But now she’s growing and I can see
A day when she will go on her way
But thoughts of her will always stay
as a pleasant memory when I get old
for I’ll still remember her eyes of blue
and hair of gold!