This is a beautiful story and poem about someone important in Ann’s life. We each have someone or several someones like this in our lives. It is important to memorialize them in this wonderful manner.
I am going to reblog a poem that I wrote for my daddy, but first a bit of his life story, I hope you enjoy it, his adventures in life were many, as were the heartaches and pain.
It is my father’s birthday, although I wish he were here with me, he would have been “110 years-old” He had just turned eight years old when his mother died, he went to live with his Native American grandmother, as his mother and father were divorced after his father left them sitting in an empty weathered house after he removed everything.
Unfortunately at the age of ten, his father came after him, he lived with his father, slept in the barn, ate on the back porch; treated as a farm laborer. Not allowed to visit his beloved grandmother, he dreamed of running away. When he was twelve, his father put him to…
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