Because you love and respect,
I love and respect.
Because you are content with modest means,
I am content with modest means.
Because you cherish simple pleasures,
I cherish simple pleasures.
Because you value my mother,
I married a man who values me.
Because you are loving and just,
I easily see my Heavenly Father as loving and just.
And so, Dad, I love you
© Marie Elena Good, 2010
Just yesterday you received a visit from a yesteryear student. He is not the first to take time from his busy life to travel out of his way to spend time with his once-upon-a teacher. In my opinion, your students were blessed to have been born in a time and location that placed them under your musical direction and life tutelage. They learned what hard work, dedication, honesty, and enthusiasm would do for them.
… and if they were blessed, how much more so am I? And how can I adequately express how deep my thankfulness, respect, and love are rooted? I can’t. But I can write a little poem, and put it out here for you to see and return to if ever you doubt that I see you as a gift from my heavenly Father Himself. Always.