A Poem for My Fatherdoi:10.1080/00064246.1987.11412740SoniaSanchezInformaworldBlack Scholar Journal of Black Studies & Research
I had a father once, the records say. He has gone away down the long avenue Of death, on the hand-held minor no mist Of his breath, his firm signature no more. No more holding down his hat in the wind, Running to catch the last post, he has gone ...
My Father Was A Hardworking Man This is a poem I wrote about my dad. He went on to be with the Lord a few years ago. Being it's close to Father's Day, I wanted to find time to write about the man who raised me. He is a big part of who I am today. ...
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I have a happy, warm family. : mother, capable and hardworking father, clever sister, and lovely to me. My father is a worker, every day in the work. Sometimes in the evening 12:00 didnt come back, dad to work so hard every day, is to my sister and I can study hard. Dad I ...
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Besides losing my father, I have always found the poem inherently relatable. If I can be honest with you, there are even aspects of the poem I find enviable. My own father passed away when I was 19 and I also had complicated feelings about his death. Like de Kok’s father, he had ...
My father was one of those who dared to dig in there first. However beautiful the place was, it ran wild with all kinds of spooky tales and weird bushes And stories of witchery and ghosts and eerie noises at night. They say that once Run away slaves were caught and brought back there...