when i was young i often thought that in my family my father was the good one. taaking time to give a hug showing off his parental love. tking us on trips out to give our mom some peace and quiet. working hard as times were tough and black men marched to shout, enough. though not to my knowledge takimg part in what the Alabamans started ...he prayed on Sundays and probably everyday, for the Lord to make a way for men to serve and worship and treat each other the right way. not a man of small stature, he was gentle and even natured. to make him proud is what i need but the good do,indeed, die young.
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Charles2 says: Great tribute... to an excellent father...not sure about what happened with your father, he was certainly ...chosen.... |
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2b2b2 says: Poignant penning....well played! |
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