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Cigarette burns dot the seventies green vinyl chair and a floor television doubles as a table with a lamp and figurines. A six foot two inch three hundred pound strong man made the small room look like a doll house. I watched Big Daddy roll Prince Albert in a can on cigarette papers many times and he was precise, meticulous to make sure not to waste his precious costly addictive indulgence. I got the nerve to ask if I could roll a cigarette this evening and to my surprise he let me despite mawmaw’s protest. I was able to roll the paper without spilling a leaf he smiled and I felt I had accomplished something great. Life is simple in the summer time world of leisure and no school.  Big Daddy stayed outside from dawn to dark and worked the fields of corn, beans, tomatoes and okra. His old John Deere tractor made a "pup, pop, pup" sound when he drove down the road to our house. I could hear him coming a mile away and ran out to greet him. He had an idea that women were women and men were men when it came to working and he didn’t allow a woman to help him with the dirty work. A woman was to have pretty clean hands and delicate pale skin in his mind. Any other man said that to me I would give him a verbal lashing. But I overlooked Big Daddy’s faults he had a kind heart and never wanted to hurt anyone. He was generous in trading his vegetables and harsh if someone hurt his family or tried to cheat him. 
Sunday morning he rested and put on a suit and went to church never did he have his bald head uncovered except in church. He had a dress hat for Sunday to wear on the way to church. I miss seeing those fancy hats and suits. A third grade graduate knew how to dress and respect the lord better than any college educated wealthy man. He wouldn’t smoke at the church out of respect.
     Respect left
     With the man’s dress hat
     Equal rights

Copyright © Doris Culverhouse

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  1. Date: 11/24/2012 11:14:00 AM
    I am also one of those who have not heard about this form Doris. - It's not easy to write for a specific form, but you have done a fantastic job and done it very well. - I wish you a nice and relaxed weekend. - oxox / / Anne-Lise :)

  1. Date: 11/21/2012 10:09:00 PM
    DORIS,, Stopping by to greet you and every other soup poet, with a special thank you comment, during this wonderful Thanksgiving season. Hope you do not mind the time I am taking to express my sincere appreciation for any support you have offered during the years, or time you have been here on the soup. I am deeply thankful and extend to you my best wishes for a happy and healthy Poetic Magical Thanksgiving Day. *Always & Forever, the Poet Destroyer; -*

  1. Date: 11/18/2012 1:50:00 PM
    After googling haibun, I agree with Anthony - a wonderful example you have written. Loved the story, the weaving of its telling, the Haiku summary - all of it, even before I learned about haibun.

  1. Date: 11/9/2012 11:39:00 AM
    Hey hey, today I am on P.S. looking, it is a long time since I've been here but now I'm here to read your poems, in the hope that you will read my latest poem, I liked your poem a lot wonderful, powerful.Hugs Laila :o)

  1. Date: 11/4/2012 2:47:00 PM
    I haven't seen this form before - haven't even heard of it, lol - looks like a very interesting form, Doris, and I enjoyed this

  1. Date: 10/23/2012 7:02:00 AM
    The Japanese started this literary form and you have created a wonderful example.

  1. Date: 10/21/2012 10:02:00 AM
    An excellent example of haibun. i have not seen many here.

  1. Date: 10/19/2012 2:48:00 PM
    excellent poem Doris, love the story...

  1. Date: 10/18/2012 6:05:00 AM
    Hello, my dear friend Doris. This is so unique and I enjoyed reading it tonight. When I was reading it, I thought of my Dad. He's like him and I miss him so much. Thank you very much for sharing this very wonderful poem of yours. It's great! I really love it! love/hugs:) Leonora

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 2:18:00 PM
    wow, the ending is very powerful to go with the beginning part. this kind of poetry is hard to do. I think you did GREAT.

  1. Date: 10/17/2012 9:02:00 AM
    Got that Big Daddy down pat..Man wasn't suppose to help the woman in the house much either but he would turn his big hands to help when necessary..Great work remembering a very God fearing hard working man..Mom...Thanks for stopping by..