Our Dad
Our dad didn’t do much talking,
He loved the Cricket, Football and Tennis.
And when there was time,
He liked walking.
Our dad protected us, out on the streets,
Putting himself between us and the danger.
He was our very own, Lone Ranger.
Our dad worked hard,
And looked after stuff well.
He made the garden look pretty,
And the veggies were swell.
Our dad collected stamps,
I’ll never know why.
They’re still in the loft…
I hope they’re dry!
Our dad liked trains.
He spent hours perfecting,
The switches and signals,
A genius, reflecting.
Our dad looked after the pennies,
And taught us girls well.
You did a good job Dad – we’ve sorted our pensions
And we’ve turned out well.
Our Dad, Keith Kerrigan died peacefully on 3rd July 2010 Aged 68 after suffering 3 years from Dementia and Motor Neurone Disease. Please sponsor us now, to help find a treatment or cure.
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