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The beautiful Celt above, depicts my father.
He was very intelligent.
He was strong, courageous, and brave.
And, he was very gentle...

But, he would fight to his death for the Good.

He stood tall in stature
And, he stood tall in dignity.
He was honest.
And, he was fair.

We were a musical family.
My father had a perfect ear for the violin.
As a matter of fact,
He played several musical instruments by ear.
We all did. Well, except Mom.

Dad was born in 1894.
He worked in a coal mine.
He served in WW1.
He worked for the WPA
He helped build the Panama Canal.
He sold insurance.
He went to college.
He was an armed guard.
He was a manager.
He worked for one of the major tire and rubber companies.

On weekends and holidays
He played music professionally.

He knew many home remedies that helped heal us when we were ill.
He knew how to take care of animals;
And, he healed their wounds.

He was building our home.
Then, he got sick.

He left us in April of 1948.
He was fifty-three.
I was six.

When we are little...

Sometimes Things Happen

Sometimes things happen
And we wonder what the cause
Ponder what the reasoning
Listening to the pause.

Sometimes things don't reason
Wondering at the why
Deeply looking inward
Seeking a reply.

Stepping out and looking in
Seeing as it were
Questioning, musing
Sifting through the blur.
© 7 March 2000 Audrie Inise Shively Rogers

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