My father

My father is a simple man
With eyes grey and bronze tan
His hugs are warm his arms deep
a charm that spelled us keep
well groomed and clean shaved
always sober and well behaved
never ever he looses temper
weather life chids or pamper
always composed and always calm
his words often sooting as balm
a faithful man belives in God
in days even in nights odd
he wears cold to keep us warn
our happiness always his norm
a loving father a pious man
with grey eyes and bronze tan