WHEN DAD DIED

When my old man , me dad died ,

It fell to me to pass on the news ,

I found my self saying ,

'' Dads , book is writ '' ,

That seamed kind right to say ,

Dad used to share with me books ,

He'd read , when he were young ,

Dad , he loved me to say '' mate '' ,

I onense , asked '' can I call , Dave ''

He gave a passing thought ,

'' No ''he answered my request ,

'' But I like when you call me ''' mate '' ,

So after that , I called called him mate ,

More offtan

As we talked with each other ,

Dad shared , much of his life as we ,

Talked ,

Of his life and that of his father ,

So when he died , to me he'd gone ,

From an auto biography he wrote ,

While a live ,

Into a biography , when he died ,

Now I write down what shared with me


Ken D Williams

The Dyslexic Poet



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Written on 2011-06-26 at 19:11

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Soup in the Sand
How vividly this poem spoke to me... how very sad and doleful I became when I read what you said about your dad's book being written... that line siezed me with emotion. Very emotionally powerful write, so poignant. How much I relate... what a beautiful tribute to your dad. A gorgeous write of many to preserve his memory, to write his biography. So exquisite, well done!!
2011-09-26


shells
A lovely rounded poem of the cycle of life that you are continuing.
2011-06-27


Stan Cooper The PoetBay support member heart!
How lucky you both were to have each other

xxx Stan
2011-06-27


countryfog
You are both blessed I think . . . you for having the good memories, and your dad for being them still. They are the best inheritance a dad can leave to his son.
2011-06-27