Happy Father’s day


Father’s burden.

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A Poem by Coyote Poetry

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My father taught me to appreciate laughter and woman.

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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)

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