Father’s burden.
Father’s burden.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
Father’s burden..
(My father was a Ojibwa/Mexican man in 1950 USA. He never allowed anyone to look down at him.)
Father didn’t drive no Cadillac.
He drove an old Pontiac.
He never complains.
He worked his 50 hours a week.
Paid his bills and drank his beer.
He got loud with his friends.
He likes the rum.
When the rum was plenty.
I heard him wish for things to be different.
He wanted his children to have all the good things.
All children had.
He told me to get an education so no-one will look down at you.
Father never had a lot.
He has learn to accept little.
I remember one Winter evening.
When he has too much rum.
He packed up the car.
He wanted to escape to California.
We would drive a few miles and he would fall asleep.
A attempt to escape his world.
With no escape for this Ojibwa/ Mexican man.
Sometime I drink the rum.
I laugh like my father.
Thank to men like him.
So many walls had fallen down.
So I could have a good life.
My children can be proud to be Ojibwa/Mexican man or woman.
Father drove an old Pontiac.
He loved that old car.
John(COYOTE)
I love your photos too. It is good to remember the great people who give us life
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I appreciate the many comments. Thank you for reading and the comment.
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Both memoir and homage to your dad. Thanks for sharing it, John.
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Thank you for the comment. We become our elders with time.
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Makes me miss my own dad,thanks,lovely post!
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Good to remember our elders. Thank you for the comment.
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This is a very nice tribute to your father! He wanted to give you a better world, what a real father should want for his children.
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He did. Thank you for the comment.
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A good little piece about the yearning to change one’s circumstances and see that change passed down to their children. Good work here.
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Many people assisted in the view of certain cultures and races. Took a long road for us to learn. All people need opportunity. Thank you for the comment.
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You are so welcome. I really love reading your slant on things. It helps me to become a better writer and poet. God bless John.
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Old age allowed me to see many changes. I tell the old timers. Please write down your life. We can learn from each other. I wish everyone wrote down their experiences. Would allow the future generation to know where they came from. Thank you for your kind words.
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You are very welcome.
We really need to start listening to those with experience and wisdome. This world needs to remember our forefather’s example as we all follow Christ first.
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Fathers can play a very important role in people’s lives. Clearly your father impacted you in a very positive way. This poem is honest and great! 🙂
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He did. Thank you for the comment.
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You’ve given me a warm smile with this bit of great, John…
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You are always very kind. Thank you for stopping bye.
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It is great that you write about him, and share his life. Great writing.
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He led me into the right direction. Thank you for the comment.
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That’s a great poem that making me tear up a little. Also, I like the Master of the Universe item in the back of the second picture.
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Thank you for the comment. I must look at the Master of the Universe .
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OH! those photos say all! Be proud he is a lovely father!
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He was. He died young. 61 years old. Thank you for the comment.
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I sail with the Captain (RUM) once in awhile – love it 🙂 There is just something about Rum 🙂
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I don’t do the rum often. Just the beer. Father loved his rum. Gave him peace from two wars and too much struggle. Thank you for the comment.
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