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I REMEMBER DADDY
"I REMEMBER DADDY"
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I sit alone and ponder
while all is quiet and still;
except the pitter-patter
of raindrops on the sill;
except the distant yonder...
yields an echo of a train
it's whistle, faint and somber
like a sad song in refrain.
The time could not be better,
for the TV's on the blink;
and Grandma took the children
down to the skating rink ;
and I sit in my recliner
with a pencil and a pad;
to write a special poem
about my dearest Dad;
who long ago in passing
left a memory to behold;
who lived with great compassion
with a heart as pure as gold!
Still, yet I see my Father
as I saw him yesteryear,
as he fought the tribulations
that society came to bear ;
for he was one in millions
who had the grit to stay;
the job of digging ditches
for fifty-cents a day!
It took a lot of courage
when depression took it's toll;
and Dad was no exception
with eight kids in the fold.
When asked about his worth,
he said: l'm poor as I can be,
but I'm the richest man on earth
for I have my family.
But most of all that I recall
was Dad's true dedication...
to God, to us, to church and all
and daily meditation.
And how he loved a gospel song
when Sunday meeting came;
he would always lead the throng
with all the hymns they sang.
When at last his time drew nigh,
he seemed so reconciled;
he was so weak to even speak,
he just looked at me and smiled.
His victory won at ninety-one,
he raised his arms and cried,
as if to say "Lord take me home
for I am satisfied!"
And somewhere in the great beyond
I know my Father waits,
as does three sisters and my Mom...
for me.. at the pearly gates!
William E. Hardison ( c )
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