Heart Of A Father Poem by Terry Hoffman

When I was just a little girl
My mother went away.
she departed in the night,
packed, fled without delay.

I really didn't mind so much;
she was not really nice.
She possessed a heart of stone;
it really was like ice.

The only thing that bothered me
was a promise she'd commit,
that when I was eight years old,
she'd teach me how to knit.

Then one day, I was surprised,
Daddy gave me such a look.
He'd bought some needles and some yarn
and a learn-to knitting book.

So we sat down, the three of us,
my sister, me and Dad
and all THREE did learn to knit.
Oh, what a time we had!

Now that I am all grown up,
I've learned many other things,
but the lesson he taught that day
still pulls at my heart strings.

I have learned that 'he' and 'she'
don't matter, not a bit.
A father's love transcends all things;
naught else matters, not a whit.