Daddy worked from dusk to dawn
as a miner close to home,
his hands were dirty and painfully sore
when he walked tiredly through the door.
His hours were long and steady,
promising a weekly paycheck for our family,
he'd carry his lunch within a tin pail,
something Mama would put together without fail.
On Sundays we'd all go to the community church,
looking our best in starched shirts and cotton dresses
with our shiny and bright faces we'd go inside
as Daddy carried the family Bible with pride.
Whenever a neighbor needed an extra hand,
Daddy would pitch in and never complain,
he believed helping one another was a Godly deed,
part of his dedicated and hard-working creed.
Daddy was not afraid of the years of his grime,
it showed on his hands of toil,
whether splitting wood or repairing the house,
he proved to be a loving father and spouse.
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Author:
Summersounds68 (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A tribute to all the hardworking fathers who are dedicated to the welfare of their families.
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Comments2
Aly, yes, your Father deserves to be retired from all his hard work. Thank you for your kind comment. ~ Sonia
Very well written with great descriptions!
Suetah, thank you for your encouraging words. I apologize for replying so late.
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