My Heritage Poem

by Daniel A.

(a heritage poem about my dad)

A boy who was happy

The boy who got no allowance but still was happy and funny with the best family

They prayed for their food before they ate.

A boy who was happy

Got along with family, played with toys, but disliked yard work.

School was a challenge, no cell phones or texting.

A boy who was happy

The tragedy in the sky on January 28, 1986 would make him sad

but mom’s mac and cheese would make him smile.

A boy who was happy