The charcoal fire sizzles
from bratwurst on the grill
The sounds of children playing
wearing stains of what they spill
Dad's out back with apron on
fending off the flames
Children and adults alike
in the back yard playing games

Aroma of our yester year
strange, just how they last
The times seem so much better
as we reminisce the past
Having had our troubles then
just as every family did
The days when the troubled times
were hidden from the kids

As we grow old and folks pass on
adding fact to times gone by
Times we thought as innocent,
never asking why
Longing for days of ole
when the only worry that would be
If what Dad was pulling off the grill
was intended just for me

Never baring children
I imagine how it feels
Making memories like the ones of mine
Time tries so hard to steal
I say to Fathers everywhere
celebrate all that you have done
Memories you've made today
remain forever with your sons.