Remembering Daddy
My daddy's hands
were calloused and torn
from working hard
through the night
'til early morn...
Working at the shipyard
then Alcoa Aluminum
as a pipefitter
he'd come home
go straight to his garden
and work...
He shoveled the rich soil
by hand with a shovel
then moved the dirt
by hand with a hoe
no machinery used
just his back and hands
his tools to show...
Toting water in buckets
to replenish moisture
with tender care
he gave his all
had made a promise
back in 1939
his children would
never go hungry...
A quiet man who loved to read
he placed those rich ideals
in his children's mind
to work hard
whatever the task
give only your best...
Loving and kind
he did all he could
to help mankind
he didn't like a thief
but if you asked
you had the shirt
off his back
and from his garden
he'd feed your lack...
God called him home
at age 52
much too young
he had a hard life
growing up
but a strong will
to survive
making a better life
for his family and wife...
He loved to grow roses
as well as fruit
but his own horn
he'd never toot
a quiet man
with love in his heart
through all these years
he's been greatly missed...
I Love You Daddy...
Happy Father's Day
I Miss You
'Papa Rose'!
Sheila M. Williams
06-13-08
By Missing
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