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A Rope Belt

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He walked the long dirt road zigzagging around the pines and Oak trees

he walked everyday---alone,

He was a young dad working in the saw mills---getting little in pay to bring home.


His shirt collar wet with sweat showed a wide ring of embedded dirt,

He dragged his left foot that always hurt.


From a previous accident---saw milling in the Everglades,

His foot was caught between two saw blades.


It took months to heal,

But he was still paid---which was unreal.


The Saw Boss was mean but fair,

With most others---he showed no care.

His body seemed older than his 30 years,

It hurt so badly at times---it almost brought tears.


But a Dad he was---a single parent to boot,

His dead wife’s people never gave a hoot.


So he took care of his little boy unaided,

With the help of his mother whose hair was now faded.


Every Sunday to church they walked,

While little Tomas just talked and talked.

Tomas was now three years old---and very bright,

He asked his Dad---Why Dad—do you always work until night?


His father said--- Son---I pray you never will,

Get your schooling and live high on the hill.


Tomas watched his dad leave early before light,

With his pants held up by an old rope pulled tight.


The picture of his dad walking through the morning darkness in the dew,

Stayed in his heart forever---he knew a dad like his---was very few.

As time passed Tomas left for a higher education,

But the war was coming---he might fight for this great nation.


His Dad waved bye at the train station---with his eyes full,

His son was now a man---a tear ran free---and Tomas took no bull.


He was tired and weary as he walked back home,

For truly now he was all alone.


But his presents on earth will always be felt,

Years later Tomas by his Dad’s graves knelt.


Around the flowers on the coffin was place with great love,

An old dirty rope---attached with a note--- For You Dad in the Above.

My Step-Father was My Daddy

My mother married my step-father two days before I was five years old. He called me his boot--a name that I was proud to own. And, to prove his loving affection for that name; he brought a boot pin at a rodeo and gave it to me.

I still have it. I would love for him to take me shopping because I got what I wanted. It was not like shopping with my mother--I had to buy good study shoes that protected my feet. Daddy let me buy my favorite ballerina shoes.

I was very blessed to have him in my life. He and my mother had two little girls and I had to sweet sisters to teach all my favorites to and love them. And, I still love them. Thank you daddy for being my daddy too.

© 2021 Barbara Purvis Hunter

Comments

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 14, 2021:

Hi Bill,

Love is the answer and I wish all who has found it the sweet joys that it brings.

Take Care,

Bobbi

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 14, 2021:

Hi Bobbi! I can't find your latest on love in the feed, so I'll have to hijack this article for the comment. Of course, love is my favorite topic, and of course, your wonderful poem brought a smile to my face on this gloomy Monday. Keep spreading the word, my friend. Love is the answer!

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 13, 2021:

Hi Chitrangada,

Thanks for reading my poem and your comment. I hope everything is great for you and your family.

Bobbi Purvis

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 13, 2021:

Good Morning Nithya,

Thanks for your visit and you have a wonderful summer. And, may God Bless all who read my poem.

Bobbi Purvis

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 13, 2021:

Hi Misbah,

I am happy you enjoyed my poem. Our fathers are so important to us. Thank you for reading it.

Blessings to you and your love ones,

Bobbi Purvis

Chitrangada Sharan from New Delhi, India on June 13, 2021:

Hi Bobbi!

This is heartfelt and a well crafted poem, with wonderful imagery.

Fathers work silently, for the children, to give them a better future, and your poem is a beautiful tribute to the fathers.

I loved it. Thank you for sharing.

Nithya Venkat from Dubai on June 13, 2021:

Beautiful poem, touched my heart. God bless all fathers and stepfathers.

Misbah Sheikh from The World of Poets on June 13, 2021:

This was very emotional, Bobbi. I especially like the ending the way you summed it up is so beautiful

The picture of his dad walking through the morning darkness in the dew,

Stayed in his heart forever---he knew a dad like his---was very few.

Thanks for sharing. God bless you!!

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 12, 2021:

Hi gyanendra,

I am happy you found value in my poem. Have a wonderful summer and take care.

Bobbi Purvis

gyanendra mocktan from Kathmandu,Nepal on June 12, 2021:

Barbara, As I read through the lines, it touches my heart. My dad hasn't left me earhtly possession. But he got admitted to school that was second none in the world. He knew the value of education. Otherwise, it'd have been impossible for me to comment here. I'm grateful to you for reminding me through your words of my dad 's struggle for me. Thank you.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 12, 2021:

Hi Rodric,

I am happy you enjoyed my poem. It was for all dads. I was lucky to have a wonderful step-father in my life. Every child needs the love and strength only a dad can give.

Happy Father's Day.

Bobbi Purvis

Rodric Anthony Johnson from Surprise, Arizona on June 12, 2021:

This brought water to the brim. I forgot it was poetry. Bravo. In my book, when a poem brings imagery into view outside of its style means that it touches people to the heart. This did for me. I miss my day, the one who I met as an older kid. I want to be a good dad also. This touched me. Yeah, I finally did shed a tear when the song started. Thanks, Barbara.

Barbara Purvis Hunter (author) from Florida on June 12, 2021:

Thanks Bill,

Bobbi

Bill Holland from Olympia, WA on June 12, 2021:

That was lovely, Bobbi! Tears in my eyes lovely. Enough said!

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