Father’s burden. (Good to remember the people who taught us how to live.)
Last day with my father.
He left me with strength and wisdom. We must do the right things.
A Poem by Coyote Poetry
My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.
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 a 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 fell down.
So I could have a good life.
My children can be proud to be Ojibwa/Mexican man or woman.
Father drove a old Pontiac.
He loved that old car.