As youngest son, I always sensed
From many of the brothers,
True or not, they’d put me down,
I wasn’t like the others.
A few days prior to passing on,
A blessing I was giv’n
From my beloved, aged dad,
Before he moved to Heav’n.
His health was failing faster now
The family rallied ‘round,
My eldest bro from ‘cross the sea,
Was heading ‘homeward bound’.
While visiting, - a daily rite,
To spend some ‘qual’ty time’,
I mentioned ‘bout th'upcoming trip,
I’ll ne’er forget this line.
“You’ll not need me tomorrow night
To visit with you, dad,
Your number one son will be here,
Of that you will be glad”.
His response caused a tear to form,
To hear it, I felt blest
“You’re every bit as important,
As any of the rest”
Thank you, dad,
I NEEDED that assurance.