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[sid] => 17876
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[aid] => Mick
[title] => Memories of Dad
[time] => 2003-05-20 20:35:00
[hometext] => Just remembering.
[bodytext] => I took a walk with you today, Dad,
In my memory. I don't like changes, it makes me sad, In my memory. Twenty long years; yet I still see you, In my memory. Rocking on the front porch with Mama, After eventide's dew. You weren't much on talking; Guess you were a thinker. You'd spin a yarn; I'd swallow it; Hook, line and sinker. Thunder, you told me, was Sumner's barrels, Rolling down the hill. I asked a question, you gave me an answer; I remember it still. You picked berries; you peeled apples, Planted a garden every summer. When I was a kid and had to help; I thought it was a bummer. Dad, you were a gentle man, In my memory. The only punishment I remember, Was the threat of your big hand. We didn't have a lot; but we had enough, In my memory. There was always food on the table; Even when times were tough. Biscuits with molasses was our Traditional Sunday evening meal. Don't know what other people ate; didn't care, Mama's biscuits were for real. Most times when I would come to visit, I would hear you say; Look in the bread box; or look in the oven, See what your mother baked today. Many more memories waft in and out; Some days, more than others, I cherish each one; there is no doubt. So do my sisters and my brothers. I'm a thinker, too, Dad, A bit of a recluse, as well. Some memories are good; some are sad; The words I choose are healing; in the stories I have to tell. Still get homesick, I want you to know, I can't help it; you understand all too well. Dad, there is one place I'd love to go; The Isles of England are calling me; Like the distant ringing of a bell. Just wanted you to know; it's not what you took with you; But what you left behind, for me. You still keep the home fires burning, Dad; Yes, you did that and more. Thanks for the memories. [comments] => 2 [counter] => 177 [topic] => 23 [informant] => Dot [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 5 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => FamilyPoems )
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