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Dad's Workshop- A Father's Day Poem

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A clutter of wood and dust in cobwebby corners, and dappled sun shining through dirty windows; on his work table a drawing; a project in progress, and tin cans and jars of nails and screws on shelves. Tools on hooks waiting for hands that will never come, I touch the old tools like they were the finest of lace; and I cannot help thinking, who will want all this, he was a simple man, my father, and I loved him so. His death was fast, no one expected him to leave, in a blink he was gone, and all I have are memories; I linger there with the dust that floats in the sun, and I weep and weep for what I have lost this day. Then, I pick up his pencil and on his paper I write, I write this poem of pain and it is the beginning; the beginning of my writing with a true poet's soul, I leave the child within me, and become a poet, today. _________________________________ For Father's Day Poetry/Verse/Dad's Workshop Copyright Protected, ID All Rights Reserved, 2020, Constance La France

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Date: 6/21/2020 7:40:00 AM
Oh, my... this is such a touching and heartfelt write. I love it so and am faving it. God bless you with many more wonderful words... Love to you, sweet friend, gina
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Date: 6/20/2020 11:39:00 PM
Hello A Dear Heart … no wonder you have such memories of your Dad. A fine tribute within your verse, which I think you should frame beside your Dad's photo - thank you A Dear Heart - Lindsay
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Date: 6/20/2020 10:40:00 PM
Thank you, for sharing this loving tribute to your Dad. Did you choose your pen name from the song Dear hearts and gentle people, if so it's very fitting? Take care...
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