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.
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 a 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 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.
John(COYOTE)
I love this – put chills through my spine! Beautiful…
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We need to remember the good people. I hear my father’s voice when I speak. Thank you for the comment.
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How sweet! A wonderful tribute to your father. 🙂 Happy Father’s Day!
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Thank you Eva. I appreciate the comment.
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Happy Father’s Day John,all the people in your past live on in your beautiful poetry!
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I try my best to keep the good people alive with words. I wish more people wrote of their elders. The wise teachers words need to be passed on. Thank you for the comment.
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