28 October 2013

OctPoWriMo 28 - Daddy Was a Quiet Man

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.
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5 comments:

  1. Anonymous28 October, 2013 19:20

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

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  2. Annis Cassells28 October, 2013 21:29

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

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  3. Anonymous28 October, 2013 23:18

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

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  4. Mark29 October, 2013 00:20

    Still waters run deep.

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  5. Shah Wharton29 October, 2013 01:35

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

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