POP

Pop

The man I remember,
So very dear,
Is the man responsible,
For bringing me here.

In fourty eight,
On a warm may night,
I was born to a couple,
Who knew not my plight.

Pop was the man,
And for eighteen years,
He furnished my living,
Without any cares.

And then as a man,
I went off on my own,
To join the Air Force,
And make a new home.

But every chance I get,
And it will never stop,
I'll go home to see,
My father, POP.



               TO: my father Alonzo "Pop" Tillery
                        5-11-1920 to 11-12-1989

   Alonzo Gene Tillery Sr.
   Written about 1977