My Father

My Father

My father was a fisherman
His life was on the sea
He was the skipper of his boat
A weathered man was he

In his youth he went to Africa
& he was in the Royal Navy
He was well used to life on board
The bad weather would be wavy

Although his family owned two boats
The Sovereign was his
People used to admire him
At catching fish he was a whizz

My Dad was a quiet man
He always liked a laugh
I can recall at times
My Mam did say he 
He needed a bath

Because he was the bread winner
Mam never had a job
But she had five children
She would be busy with her mob

My Dad he liked to smoke alot
Was just a normal bloke
But at the age of fifty eight
He suffered a big stroke

Well it left him in a coma
I recall him lay in bed
I was Oh so horrified
He had a blood clot in his head

He didnt go to hospital
Dr Bryes told us no
It could of made  him 
Worse if he was moved
& had to go