The Little Giant

He stood five feet four,
And weighed 150 pounds,
The man I called little giant,
Too bad he’s not around…

Seven brothers and two sisters,
A total of nine,
All from a poor family,
But never did he whine…

His father died,
When he was just a kid,
They remained close together,
So very tightly knit…

They took jobs,
And dropped out of school,
Never completely learning,
The golden rule…

But with all their diligence
They all survived,
The boys served their country,
And all came back alive…

The man I called little giant,
Succeeded all the time,
From blue collar to white collar,
The ladder of success he climbed…

My father, the little giant,
Although his stature was small,
Was someone to look up to,
The respect we gave, he deserved it all…