Happy Father's Day, Daddy!

 Today is Father's Day 2023. I miss my daddy. He's been gone just over two years. 

If you are fortunate enough to still have your dad, hug him. 

I thank God that I was blessed to have a caring, loving daddy. 

This afternoon I decided to ask ChatGPT to write a poem for me about my father. 

I'm in the Facebook group, Genealogy and Artificial Intelligence. I read all the posts and learn a lot from the people posting who know more about AI than I ever will,

but I have not had much time to try out ChatGPT. 

Below is a video of my daddy at 80+ years old playing the piano with neuropathy in both his hands and feet. He played the piano at the nursing home a few days before he died in 2021 at the age of 88. He was a cotton farmer most of his life, graduating from high school early and going to Texas Tech to graduate with a degree in Agriculture, and a Korean veteran who came back to the red dirt of Fisher County, Texas, to farm "dryland" cotton. 

Check out the poem ChatGPT wrote for me. I did not revise it in any way. 

It pretty much described my daddy to a "T", as we say in Texas. 

My Dad, Forever Remembered (by ChatGPT) 

In fields of cotton, he toiled and toiled, A father strong, his spirit coiled. With hands that labored in the sun's embrace, He nurtured life with tender grace.

A farmer's heart, so deeply sown, His faith in God, forever known. Through sweat and tears, he faced the strife, Guided by his unwavering belief in life.

Rows of white, like clouds in the sky, His dreams took flight, reaching up so high. A father's love, a timeless refrain, Forever etched in memory's domain.

With calloused hands and a gentle touch, He taught us lessons that meant so much. In furrowed fields, he sowed the seeds, And in our hearts, his wisdom bleeds.

He taught us strength, he taught us grace, In every step, his presence we trace. Though his voice may fade like an echo's end, His legacy, as cotton, shall forever transcend.

For in the fibers of our souls, we find, The faith he instilled, so pure, so kind. A Christian man, with spirit true, He walks beside us, in all we do.

On this Father's Day, we pause to say, Though you're no longer here, we pray. Your memory blooms, like cotton's white, A beacon of love, forever bright.

In fields of cotton, we see your face, In every sunbeam's warm embrace. A farmer's spirit, a Christian's heart, Your love, dear father, shall never depart.

Yes, I miss my daddy. Forever until we meet again. 

- Revis