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28 October 2013
Today's prompt asked us to think about someone who had an influence on our lives.


Daddy Was a Quiet Man

I never saw my father cry
Until the day his father died.
Daddy was a quiet man
Unless a mic was in his hand.
A preacher in his younger days,
He taught me how to pray and praise.
A singer too—oh, what a tone!
Bass in groups, tenor alone.
Music was born in his bones.

5 comments:

stephseclecticinterests said...

Such a precious poem! Although he was very different from your father, this makes me think of my own.

Annis Cassells said...

Nice. I like the portrayal of him and the rhythmn of this piece. Thank you. xoA

quinnwords said...

Really beautiful tribute to your dad :) I love the rhyme flow and the imagery!

Mark said...

Still waters run deep.

Shah Wharton said...

I felt I got to know him, almost picturing him. Sounds like a lovely man. :)

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