Thursday, January 17, 2013

My Daddy




                                                He walked ever so slow
                                                With walking stick in hand
                                                He never got in a hurry
                                                He was one special man

                                                He never met a stranger
                                                The neighbors he all knew
                                                Always ready and willing
                                                He was a talker too

                                                He wore his overalls
                                                His whole life through
                                                Long johns in the winter
                                                Coat and toboggan too

                                                His dog knew him well
                                                He was always by his side
                                                Daddy was his buddy
                                                And Toby felt pride

                                                I can see them coming
                                                Down that old dirt road
                                                Going to check the garden
                                                To see how it growed

                                                Then spring came again
                                                Potatoes were in the ground
                                                The birds were singing
                                                My daddy was not to be found

                                                He walked into heaven
                                                Left his walking stick behind
                                                He's up there with mama
                                                Oh how my daddy does shine

                                                Susie Swanson, 2013

                                                In Memory Of My Sweet Daddy On His Birthday
                                                01-18-1904---04-27-1998 
                                                

35 comments:

  1. What a special poem about your daddy, Susie. He sounds like a wonderful man. I miss my dad too. It's been over twenty years, and I think of him often. Hugs to you, sweet friend, and your mom and dad raised a very special daughter.
    ~Sheri at Red Rose Alley

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    1. Awww, thank you so much Sheri.. That brings tears to my eyes.. I'm sorry about your dad.. We never stop missing them..

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  2. Hi Susie, your poem truly touched my heart. It is such a beautiful tribute to your father, and I love the picture you shared. He looked like such a nice man, I can see why all the neighbors loved him. I wish that I could have heard some of his stories. My dad was a talker too and a big teaser. You never knew when he was pulling your leg. He was a stunt pilot for 20th. Century Fox studio. When I was about 12 he quit flying full-time so that he could be home with us more and started a small electronic business out of our garage. I miss him very much too. Especially in the afternoons because he lived nearby and would often stop by for a glass of ice tea and a visit at that time. He passed away in 2002. I sure hope that you are feeling better today. Tony's has the flu now also and is running a high fever. We had a big windy and stormy day. I spent most of the afternoon making a big pot of chicken soup. I froze part of it, so that way if I come down with it too I'll already have some made! :) Have a restful evening ahead. With Love, Delisa :)

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    1. Thank you so much Delisa.. Your dad sounds like a wonderful man.. We never stop missing the. I'm so sorry to hear about Tony having the flu.. I sure hope you don't get it too.. You take care of yourself.

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  3. That is so beautiful. It could have been written about my dad. He always wore overalls and a hat like you dad did. We always miss our dads when they are gone.

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    1. Thank you Beth. we sure do.. I'm glad you can relate and it brings back memories.

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  4. How precious, and love that picture.
    Tracy :)

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  5. What a sweet tribute to your father...Your words about your father remind me of my dad.

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  6. A beautiful tribute to your daddy! Such love reflected through each line.So enjoyed this as I do all of them Susie you are a amwesome writing. May I even come close to your talent.
    Blessings

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    1. Awww, that's so sweet of you Bethe.. Coming from a great writer like you I'm honored. I love reading your work.

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  7. Susie that is precious. A lot of us got an easier life moving to the big city, but what a lot we gave up to get it. You are blessed to have such a heritage.

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    1. Thank you.. I know you've got your memories as well.. Wherever we go they follow us.

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  8. Beautiful tribute to your dad Susie. I love the photo of him in his overalls; priceless!

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  9. I loved the phrase, "walked into heaven, left his walking stick behind". Won't it be wonderful there!

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    1. Oh yes and I can hardly wait.. Thank you so much.

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  10. Wonderful memories and poem of your Dad, Susie. Very heartfelt. Hope you have a nice weekend!

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  11. Thank you Daisy.. You have a nice weekend as well.

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  12. Oh, Susie~ this has me bawling because it reminds me so much of my Pappaw. I miss him so much....
    Beautiful poem and I LOVED seeing a picture of your Daddy.

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  13. How precious, Susie. God bless you this weekend.

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  14. So beautiful Susie, it almost made me cry for my own father...(sigh) life goes on, but, the memory lingers, Praise God for that, xxx

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  15. You are just the sweetest Susie. Another heartfelt beautiful write.

    What happened to you on FB, you are gone from me ... sad. Write me @ blushing_rose_boutique@yahoo.com

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  16. Hi Susie! I was just thinking about you this afternoon and thought I would pop by and say hello! I hope you are having a good day and are feeling better. My husband was feeling a bit better over the weekend but then had a relapse and his fever came back. We are going to the doctor again tomorrow. This is really a bad flu this year. So far I am feeling fine and I haven't had any symptoms. I went into Savannah for some shopping today. I got the groceries and then did a few errands. I found some beautiful emerald green yarn to make an afghan out of. It is one of my favorite colors and hard to find. I have a crochet pattern that I am going to use that looks kind of like lacy-leaves. I have it all envisioned in my mind, I hope it comes out the way I am imagining! :) I hope you have a lovely evening tonight my friend! With Love, Delisa :)

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    1. I was thinking about you also.. I'm so sorry to hear your husband is not doing good..That stuff is rough and I will be praying for him and hope you don't get it.. I'm looking forward to your pics of the Emerald Afghan.. I know it'll be beautiful.. You take care..

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  17. Susie, I loved this poem. I would have liked to have known your father. I have always thought there's a story in every person. Older people have those stories and the young ones need to know them. xoxo,Susie

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    1. Thank you Susie.. I agree and wish I'd listened more..

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    2. Thank you Susie.. I wish You could have met him too and I agree.. The older people were an open history book.

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