My Father

My father is unlike any you have met in men

Last time I saw him was in my year of ten

He is tall, handsome, thin with a head of black hair

And of eyes, a quite exquisitely pretty pair

He has talents that other men lack

Such as, for computers, a knack

Where he rips them apart and then

Puts them perfectly back together again

And once they're nice and ready to use,

its tools are what he likes to abuse

My father is a special person, one of whom I miss

He is always in my mind, and him here is my one wish.