| Biographical Poetry posted May 22, 2012 |
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A poem about my Dad's hands
Dirty Hands
by justjo66
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Dirty Hands
I never noticed my Dad's hands Except to comment on his dirty nails Hands that did the work Welding demands Until one day he was so frail He had only gone to the Sixth grade An uneducated man people would think His attributes he always downplayed From hard work he never did shrink The doctors said it was Leukemia His life would end in fifteen days A shock, we thought it was Hypoglycemia Strong at seventy-four; we could not meet his gaze The day of his death I will never forget For the first time I marveled at hands unsoiled And realized I owed him a big debt It was for me, those hands had toiled Looking down I saw as his soul was set free My own hands holding his were the same He would always be a part of me I felt love for him; for me only shame* His funeral was standing room only Friends and family came from far and wide His family would forever miss him and feel lonely On that day we could not hide our pride... we cried. |
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My dad was a Welder by trade all his life and very proud of the work he did. He made a good living for me and my family. He loved to hunt and fish, to be outdoors camping, and in general loved his life. He had the gift of gab and never met a stranger. On the day he died I realized for the first time how much of him was in me. I looked at my hands and they looked just like his (sans the dirty nails :o) I took this thought and now when I'm missing him ,I look at my hands and know that he is with me always.
He died suddenly. From the day of diagnosis to his death was a total of 15 days. During those days he laughed, joked with us and tried to comfort us. I miss him so much.
Hypoglycemia=low blood sugar (he was Diabetic)
*I felt shame sometimes for him when I was young because I did not understand how much/how hard he worked for us. I felt shame on the day he died because of some of my feeling as a youth and as an RN I could do nothing to stop him from leaving.
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and 2 member cents. He died suddenly. From the day of diagnosis to his death was a total of 15 days. During those days he laughed, joked with us and tried to comfort us. I miss him so much.
Hypoglycemia=low blood sugar (he was Diabetic)
*I felt shame sometimes for him when I was young because I did not understand how much/how hard he worked for us. I felt shame on the day he died because of some of my feeling as a youth and as an RN I could do nothing to stop him from leaving.
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